Future-telling

Do you think you are
untouchable?
Nightly we plan the ways
to unravel your skin
dismantle the bones
of your power
and spill the blood
of your oppression
from the broken statue of your chest
Nightly
Nightly
we weave and we potion-make
the witches and warriors you mock
the witches and warriors of whom you are terrified

You cross yourself three times before you cross the street
before you cross us

you’ll bow
you know
you’ll bow some morning
a fool’s bow
and hit your crown on the floor
and finally realize all this time
you’ve been on your knees

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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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