Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

The best of times and the worst of times considering all that she has learned. Lately. New truths find themselves burned black under her skin and all she want is to go back to before she knew. Was she ever … Continue reading →

My whole world, my precious Pluto — they would take away your name, take you away from me. I will be their Persephone again — oh, no, not the daughter of the fields, but the Wife of a cold hell, … Continue reading →

Would that be enough Wouldn’t it be nice Would you be mine Wouldn’t you love it if

I was dreaming just a moment ago, dreaming of a life where I had you, dreaming of a time when you were mine. Now, I find, I’m drifting through the lonely spaces, sifting through the lonely faces, dreaming of the … Continue reading →

because you’re not supposed to exist but just in case it ever happens just in case it matters just in case all the worlds within and without me spring into motion into sudden life and become more than they are … Continue reading →