Nothing Like

I am nothing like
the tiny slip of a thing you have now.
I am nothing like
the babysmell of soft curls she bore you.
I am nothing like
the delicate ones
you saved and cradled.
I was strong before you.
And then you broke me.
I am strong again without you.
You shattered me.
I am reforged.
You cannot break me again.
I will bite deep into you,
peel back your skin,
bare your heart,
carve you up.
I will scatter you
to the four winds,
and you will never be whole again.

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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0 Responses to Nothing Like

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Bring it, Jones. When you write like this, I think I’m glimpsing into your soul, that this is you. Don’t know if that’s so or not, but it’s how I feel.

    By the way, like the new blog layout.

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