Hold me tight
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hold me tight, my tumors growing
I feel it inside
My glowering black water showering
My heart with tightening
Hold me tight, I’m like a child
Frozen in between the soundless,
Splitting air
I’m split in
A whole, cracked in every way
Burst and frozen and cracked
How can I feel this pain like pleasure like love like dreams and terror and fear, it can feel like so much and yet so little?
The malaise of settled mortality. A brand of defined horror, we all have to settle into without reproach of each other’s trembling
Wavering
Approach to such a beautiful, ghastly sight.
I know my feelings highlights a deeper horror
Maligned with mortal love and mortal death
And immortal suffering
And a voided out expanse of judgment
Where I fall inside and get closed up like a too-tight and ill-fitted coat,
Hold me tight,
We can pretend we are out of hell for a while, and linger,
Perhaps in a catacomb of something that flips fantasy out of fear.
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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