There and Gone

wine and song
fire and furs
warmth and love —

–a fleeting glimpse of a life that was never mine
rich with sustenance
replete with nourishment

who could want that, anyway?
much rather would I starve
than sit at the same banquet with those I loathe

much rather would I bleed to empty
than fatten myself with traitors
than cozen with a lie

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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