Places You Can Go, I

There are places you have to go,
places inside yourself
you will not want to visit,
places you must realize
upon the instant of your arrival,
where you are
the darkest of alleys
or the thickest of briars.
There are places inside you
that threaten and cajole
and they won’t give you any answers,
they won’t give you any peace.
You’ll sit there
with dust in your mouth
and you’ll taste the ashes of the universe,
the ashes of your former self,
the ashes of everything that rests with you,
everything that was once on fire inside you,
everything that burned
down to nothing inside you.
There are places you have to go.

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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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