Don't go

I can taste you,
still,
if I close my eyes.

I can remember

all the fires
we set.

I can feel the blood
and broken glass.
If I cry out

for you,
I know
you can hear me.

Will you come, tonight?

Come to the window.
Look up
at these thunderclouds.
Taste the lightning
on my lips.

Don’t get on that plane.

Whatever you do,
don’t go.

They’ll break you,
if you let them.

I don’t want it to be
anyone else
that kills you
but me.

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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0 Responses to Don't go

  1. Mark Baron says:

    LOOOOOOOOOOVE the last line. Awesome, as always!

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Bloody bloody intense, this love and terror.

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