Demon Blues

Fever and light
she got those redblack eyes
she got that heat that’s not heat and I vaporize.
I come apart
come undone in a rush
I feel on fire; I know I’m too hot to touch

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.
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