Where You Should Not

You grow in me
where you should not,
a tumor,
a parasite that swims
and breathes blood.
You take root
and dig in,
latching on,
and would bleed me dry
if I let you.

I will not let you.

No one
can make me.

If it is you
versus me
I will win.


I will not regret it.

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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