I Imagine Some Day

Posted on October 4, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I imagine some day you
will believe me when I tell you
my paper skin
can take no more of your tears.
Someday
when you wipe your eyes on me
and your crying is over
and I am thick with a rime of salt,
heavy enough
that the crust of it weighs down my wings,
the crystals of it will tear me open,
and I will be laid
both bloody and broken,
wet with your weeping,
unable to fly free.

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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