Believe me when I say
I am more than this flesh
more than this voice
more mutable
more movable
than any other feast you have known
any other dish you have sampled, have consumed.

Believe me when I say
I am nourishment
and poison;

I should know,
shouldn’t I?

I, who have swallowed this voice
these dreams
these words
until I have learned
to not choke on them
but grind them into
something else–

–something closer
to the stardust
from whence I came,
to the song
trapped inside me.


believe me when I say
I am more than this.

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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2 Responses to Belief

  1. J. A. Panian says:

    I believe you.
    The stardust.
    I can see it.
    Twinkling, right there.

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