Gothic Slumber
Seeing you brings me pain—-I love it
I grew into my new bones
I grew into the grinding, serrated fear
The fear that lunges at your fingertips and
Down to your throat
It was unnatural but necessary
To stop the pain from reaching your heart
Your dark eyes gaze upon my swan-like form
You hold the dark cloths over your head and shy away from the sun
While I soak in light rays,
You slumber in gothic waves.
I grew into my new bones,
While you tried to save me.
You saw the distortion of my body—-you heard the cracking of my spirit, you felt my breath shivering in the coddling underbelly of my
Mother’s icy glare,
Demanding that I do it again.
Demanding perfection.
I grew into my new
Bones
But I tried to resist it
But when you kissed me, I pushed you deeper
I wanted you deep inside of me(arteries, glands, heart, brain)
To fix the utter chaos that transfixed my
Passions and my heart
And to become one
But you were in a Gothic slumber
Like Sleeping beauty
And I was in my sun-drenched, euphoria filled awareness of fear
And, as I had once wished that the moon and sun would collide—-
I realized it was a selfish dream and we couldn’t catch up
To each other.
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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