Clawing

Out of the ground they come, the earth retching them up, sicking them up. It started only a few days ago, in the middle of an otherwise calm morning. When I saw it happen, in my head I heard the phrase “upside down and backwards Sigur Ros song” and it made me laugh so loud that one turned in my direction and started for me.

I’m not sure if graveyards everywhere are having this problem, all I know is my backyard is torn the fuck up, and only a handful of them have come back so far.

I buried the rest a whole lot deeper though, so maybe it’ll take longer.

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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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    What a strange and manic voice you have. Hope you’re doing well. Funny that you should be back. I have been absent for a long time and posted for the first time in ages just a few hours ago. I guess this is a happy coincidence.

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