you hid under the veil of sacristy
A false room of self-righteous prayer that cast out the small demons that fancied to destroy me piece by little piece
By pieces, like a psychopathic person ripping off a live insect’s arthropod parts one by one; a half-assed liquidation
That left my head halfway cut off
Still expected to behave and talk without throwing up blood. I was the Jezebel
As you cheated worse than the Whore of Babylon
Complaining you didn't get to mess around but still relentlessly taunted me that I was not enough
Throwing me down, ripping out my hair in chunks
Yet you refused to give birth to a new nation that could create rather than toxically defend themselves
Only attack, as a cuckoo bird slips into the nest like a serpent
Eating the home, gutted out
Guts strewn about, in its stomach
Wormy, slimy, bloodless
Your Angel anger was demon repentance
A half-assed case, wherein the lock broke off the key was poorly made
Never to be opened
Unless smashed into my skull
Dreams that shattered the game of
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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)
Lovely one from you.
Woah! I felt this. "As you cheated worse than the Whore of Babylon" - actually made me "woah" out loud.
Gosh this was so freaking intense! I devoured your poem!
I'm sensing some bitterness. 😉 Well writ, Melissa!