Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Refreshing
Breathless with anticipation, finally I see the light — –no that’s merely brain cells dying. Hypoxia. Nothing lives and breathes behind the glow that comes at the end of the tunnel. Nothing is there. Nothing is waiting. The illusion of … Continue reading
Opened
She gives voice to the things beneath her tongue, the umbrous nature of what’s inside her crawls out over her lips and takes its own sweet time finding feet, claws, wings. She learned too late in life her mouth is … Continue reading
100 words: Proclamation
If I thought for one moment you would betray me, I would cut you off and leave you to rot, to fester and tear open under the weight of your bloated hubris. If I thought for an instant you couldn’t … Continue reading
Creed
I believe in the wine-taste of your lips, the scotch on your tongue. I believe in the burn behind your eyes. I believe in the fire of your touch, the way the muscles of your back and shoulders work beneath … Continue reading
I Mean It In The Best Way
I want to sink my teeth into you, bite against the back of your neck, rake my claws down your side and curl them against your ribs. I want to penetrate you in every way possible, while you breathe and … Continue reading