Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

I can hear them getting closer. In the back, where it’s warm up against the boiler, I can smell the tang of must and mold; if I breathe heavy, it curls up in my mouth and nose, something like a … Continue reading →

If I hadn’t had it replaced by a silent model, I would’ve thought you heard my heart in my chest. If I hadn’t gotten that ‘auto adjust’ option on my irises, I could’ve let you be the only thing in … Continue reading →

Somewhere along the way, they stopped saying “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Somewhere along the way, they stopped having to listen to the comforting words of friends, acquaintances, strangers. Somewhere along the way, she stopped leaving, and took … Continue reading →

The ghost of electricity howls through my veins, a crackling blue silver I can feel dancing along my bones, laughing behind my eyes. The remnants of it flicker within my still-beating heart, and the buzz-hum of it washes over my … Continue reading →