an ode to seeing parts of galactic space when you shut your eyes too tightly
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crazy eyes sink in
Clouds of dust that create stars
Crying all alone.
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 Carnivorous will be published by Eukalypto
& Atonement will be released this August by JMS Books
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I'm sorry for fighting for us
I'm sorry I loved you so fiercely, I bled crimson on your floors, rage like caustic acid rain in my mouth. I'm sorry my words, like a tempest, disintegrated everything you toiled to build, towering skyscrapers of emptiness looming over our bed as I clasped your hand. I'm sorry for annihilating all that never existed, and in truth, I'm sorry for endeavoring to create. I'm sorry for striving to flourish, I'm sorry for seeking to harvest the fruits of my labor. I'm sorry for being arduous, a burden for you, a mere tick on your to-do list, a wearisome task.
By Souluminosity4 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
That was so sad 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Amazing deep poem with selective words