There/Not There

slipping down
reaching clawing
wet hands bloody hands

reaching grasping
in the slick slip mud
slide down the pitch

right to the edge
right to the edge
hang on hang on
hang on hold on
too late

falling

done falling

done

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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