Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding

Pouring a soul into the page is the easiest thing
for someone whose heart never stops bleeding.
Sometimes the craft is in the knowing
what words must be


even if that means
all of them.

Only those of us who will carve stories into our own selves can understand
a bloody hole
is more beautiful
than unbroken flesh.

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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3 Responses to Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    You’re right, Jones. Cutting deep, even the bits and pieces you love, is the pain that feels good eventually.

    I have so much back stuff to read from you.

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