Vows

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

If you promise not to ask me
about the red thong panties
and how they got into our bed,
I promise I will not ask you
about the blood in the kitchen
and the girl last seen wearing them.

Tags: love, murder, poem, poems, poetry, promises, vows, writing

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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