Tag Archives: Adam

From Clay

Posted on October 3, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much and still leave life remaining. God, you, the perfect sadist, … Continue reading →

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I Still Got Wings

Posted on March 9, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

If she was the original sinner, damned for knowing, I imagine she won’t mind that growing — cynicism in her veins the gathering mistrust of everything she was supposed to love as it crumbles into dust flaming sword aside She … Continue reading →

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