Catastrophe Jones

Tag: anger

  • 100 Words: Smile You Fuckers

    Music played; she hummed along as she finished tasks, feeling calm sink in. Yesterday hadn’t gone well; she was left with a headache and a general feeling of discontent. Rather than focus on that, she turned her mind to Other Things. Therapy was bullshit, but she’d learned to move on after naming a feeling. That…

  • Five Ways Of Looking

    I. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder at the forks in the road. Paths not taken. Discoveries not made. How would they have turned out? No different than anyone else looking back on their lives, but I feel infinitely ill-prepared to face my own demons. II. I keep you at my back, your sword at…

  • Circular Reference

    Every fall down, every crash, she is there with strong hands and impatient heart; even if those hands are barbed and the heart is filthy, the frame is sturdy, and it will hold up — it holds up even the metro, even the black bough. It holds up even the spangled funereal dress, and the…

  • Honesty

    I am terrible at promises. I am a liar and a fool. I am weak and I am maddening. I am fearful and I am broken. I am hopeless and I am miserable. I think of myself as unloved, unlovable, unknowable. If you really knew me… If you knew the real me… If I could…

  • Holding My Own

    I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m going down with the ship, that you left me with this. I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m rearranging these deck chairs, that you just sat there. I’ll make good goddamn sure I picture your face, every time I look around this place. I tried to take a…