Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
My heart–
–is thundering in my chest. I can feel it, beating, skipping beats, the strangest tattoo that echoes inside the meat of me, pounding like it has to get out, like the sound of it is something screaming. I can feel … Continue reading
How Can The Heart
Stagger on like some hard-won racer still running, still moving long after the tape has been broken by a heaving-breast champion, a contestant begging for a match, crying for an equal, screaming for a connection. How can it know when … Continue reading
A Story About Fishes, part four
[part three] Hekka ran back and forth on the muddy shore, barking, while Tiri stood at the edge, looking down into the dark, cold water. “Excuse me! Excuse me? Are you all right?” She got down onto her knees and … Continue reading
What They Make Us
The last city. The only way out. “Please,” the man begged. “Help. There are kids.” She stood there, headache a mile wide, marveling how far she’d come. I’m not a bomb, anymore, she thinks. I won’t make a crater unless … Continue reading
Scatter Falling Stars
pulse of the nightclub, blood at her feet boots slickslide against the tile she dances, she dances in the carnage of herself that she has left behind all those loves all those lives those four folders became five, and ten, … Continue reading