I hug her waist, I shrug off her shoulders.
Her bosom I tease, her legs I release.
I flow back, I feel bad but I look good.
I feel good on her, I know she has hugged the sick (the safe memory reverbs between her busy child-bearing hips and sacrificing voice; echoing in between my fibers, long lost, still in frame)
I feel her stomach coiling and
Twisting
Undeniably, my daring, silk skin has been your shield.
Gurgling/ashen tears that wilted like a dried carcass, a worming fruit, a plum that has been reached perfect in it’s summer’s bearing heat-
Scorched within earth, wrought in a bloody, hellish female grip
laconic, I gave her silent medicine, a salve to her broken up grief in a silken splendor.
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 The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Comments (2)
Terrific! Love it!!!
Nice!💕