All these things I believed
all of these things
I knew to be true
until I woke up one day and realized

while some things
are things we choose,
some things
are things that choose us.

I have been turned
inside out.
I will be mutilated
beyond recognition to some.

I will be giving up some things,
and winning other,
more crucial battles
you don’t even know exist.

The bloody stage of my flesh
will be conquered,
and the wasted landscape of my head
will be green once more.

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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