Megan Alysse

Joined December 2021

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Bad Days
My mind feels like an ocean. Vast and deep and mysterious. With constant waves beating onto the shore. Some days calm and some days violent. Water swirling and swelling and pounding against itself. Swallowing everything in sight. Dragging any lost soul down, down, down into its' murky depths.
By Megan Alysse5 months ago in Humans
Beautiful Man
Oh you pretty boy. With your half smile and amber eyes. With your rough cut demeanor and Angel curls draping dangerously across your forehead.
By Megan Alysse5 months ago in Confessions
The city where we fell in love
I drove around last night in the city where we fell in love, with someone who wasn't you. I tried not to think about you, but the weather was moody and there was a light breeze and a drizzle blurring the colored street lights out of the front window.
By Megan Alysse5 months ago in Confessions
He just wasn't you.
I broke the sacred covenant today between you and me. The one thing you had told me would put an infinity between us. As if your words, sharp as knives, didn't drive me to the brink of insanity. Didn't drown me in my own thoughts and fears. Didn't make the one person I called home feel like a cold lonely void.
By Megan Alysse5 months ago in Confessions
Is it supposed to hurt this much?
So this is what they mean.... Loving someone with every particle of your earthly being. Intertwined, inseparable. Atoms colliding, molding, mixing like a jar full of sand. Once put together, can never be separated again.
By Megan Alysse5 months ago in Confessions
Vibrant
Today my eyes are a particular shade of green. Emeralds set against blinding white marble veined with red. Rivers of blood flowing and snaking their way across the glassy stone. Framed with small soft feathers and rimmed in an irritated pink.
By Megan Alysse6 months ago in Confessions
Seasonal Depression
Seasonal Depression Most days are like the sun. Bright, warm, hot, smoldering. Light so bright it burns itself into the inside of your eyelids so that even when they are closed, it blinds. Most days. Skipping on a side walk, cold popsicles on a scorching day, yellow sundresses with white daises. Pure optimism.
By Megan Alysseabout a year ago in Fiction