the boy is dragged across the sky
Like a dying, fallen angel that glides like a blistering star
He climbs his paintbrush with a shaking hand, creating a new hemisphere, atmosphere
Attached to his retina like a gland growing into a new universe
He grew too monumental, too gargantuan for his own form, for even the green and blue human world
The pain of growth burning his cheek like a fire that never died
He asked his love Saturn when he could return home
“Assssk me in December, my life, my love,” came the cool whisper that chilled the Moon-boy into the saddest tears
The tears felt so fresh and real and terribly painful
He cried into the core of the moon, hitting the sub past it like a perfect weapon
The implosion fresh and terrible and beautiful
The wolf-boy was now a part of the moon’s terrible glow
December never came
His name stretches in a mountain’s agonizing death
Of the soft water slowly ending it's mighty cursed face
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Comments (4)
Omgggg, this so sad and emotional. Loved it so much!
Heartbreaking!!!
howling good take on the unofficial challenge :)
Very beautiful!