that grew shortly within me, parasite, unwanted
that had no face, no limb, no heartbeat
that would have breathed first
on a day to remember, remember
that might’ve been something beautiful
potential crushed
without regret
does not mean without thought
without regret
does not mean without wonder
without regret
does not mean without abundant curiosity
all it means is
without regret

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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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