Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
The Point
I sang for you once, at the cliff’s edge, and you came to me. You came to me because that was the point, wasn’t it? And I thought I was clever. And I thought you were good. I learned in … Continue reading
Renewal
I move at your breath. I roil about beneath the surface of this skin. Break me open like a raincloud. Let me spill all of myself all over you. Somehow, we will wash ourselves clean.
Just like always
Watching you, I am reminded of the last time we met. You wept, one-handed, while I let your yellow-eyed woman sing of carousels and children’s sneakers. Every time I listen to you speak I am full of your blood again, … Continue reading
Deliver A Message
He’s not sure how long she’ll be gone, but he’s gone to her apartment, to look for her, and there’s no sign. Dutifully, he lets himself in and waters the plants, dusts things, picks up the mail and newspapers, makes … Continue reading
A little less alone
Fresh from the kill she stumbles forward, mind racing, blood rushing, hands trembling, knees weak. First one, and it makes something in her stomach lurch, something in her heart break. It will be that way the next time, and the … Continue reading