Here We Are

In the recoil of the slap
in the essence of the snap
there you are.
In the vicious of the slice
in the broken of the vice
there you are.

In the hunger of the bite
in the pity of the night
there I am.
In the horror of the bleed
in the breaking of the need
there I am.

Here we are.
Here we are.

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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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