Pool of blood
Against my hell-bound shadow
The shades of different forms he ensnares, entangles, chains
The exhaust of my lifeline like a brutal string, teasing the Thread of Life
By wearing out the story
With dull scissors
My body wears out like a mortal
But he received me as a hell-bent soul
I circle the exhaust
Of that tapped-out smoke
Had I choked
I wish I could die, really die
I'm excited to be this exhausted
It might mean
I will finally break
Break into pieces he no longer can fuck with
But I'm in love with my exhaustion
But really
I'm so fucking in love with
you
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
Comments (4)
Such passion for your lover
This was so dark, poignant and seemed to have a tad of masochism. Loved your poem Merly!
Now I know you're not talking about me, lol. May you never have cause to so speak of your significant other, either.
Powerful!!! ❤️❤️💕