making “Lonely Chicago Pie,”
In the soft, shadowy hours of sleepy before sunrise dawn
I miss my mother, I miss her more than when she was her with me, I miss how she was so close and so far
Folding in those exotic spices and creams and berries, dark chocolate in
A dream I can't stop feeling
I miss her, she's been stitched into the fabric of my soul, my very creamy and warm center
The heart in the middle pie that she created just for me,
I need her more than I needed my escape, I realized
My escape from the prison
That encased me like a concrete pie from hell
I needed her more than my escape from my controlling husband
Knowing this, I set myself free,
“Set Myself Free Momma Pie,”
With the fragrance of her “Radio Car Pie,”
Smoothing out my hurt hearing with some smooth, smooth tunes.
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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Comments (4)
"My escape from the prison That encased me like a concrete pie from hell" I loved these lines the most! Such a poignant and emotional poem!
Wonderful poem.
Melancholyand beautifully written. Loved your last line, "Smoothing out my hurt hearing with some smooth, smooth tunes."
Feel sad and your work is super.