Aching and tenuous,
falling and splintering.
Bone breaking.
We are red
and on the floor,
puddling and sticky.
I am a bullet hole
and you are a smoking gun.
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
