They say people who curse
Have more of a likelihood of being
Intelligent
They all say you're
Never fully dressed with
A
Smile
But I eat smiles for breakfast
I eat it all without digesting
All for the canned fans who like the carnage
They love me, really they do
But when death carts me away
The glitter that is strewn about begins to rot
I never liked how I was beaten without rods
I was wondering why I had be malformed by the beasts of grandeur and fake fame
Love that was the thinnest veneer of shit-encrusted Fool’s Gold
They say
They all say
Glitter death is better than a blue death
At least they'll talk shit as they shower your grave with sparkle
My mother built me into a wonderful money pit,
I wanted to be an architect
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
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Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This felt so sad and made me so emotional. Very well done Merly!
Wonderful piece. Never fully dressed with a smile" is such a fascinating line. Well done.
I didn't catch Bojack beyond season one, but this is relevant in the light of all the tales of woe coming out about child stars. "Beaten without rods" is something I can understand. Well-wrought!
And an architect you became..., of truly fine stories, beautifully & imaginatively crafted. Our son loved glitter & sparkles of every kind. When he died, some of his cheerleading friends made a framed poster that said, "Keep Calm & Sparkle On". He would have loved it. Whenever we are at his grave, we spread glitter all around his headstone.