Space isn’t silent
I know, because you’re there
You must be leaping from moon to moon,
Making the most beautiful sounds
Music like no other
Dripping off Saturn and Mercury, you are climbing amongst the rivers of red and ice,
God, you have such pretty eyes
Brown and blue and white
Deeper than the vacuum of winter space,
Cold, so achingly cold
Bitterly, a hole in your heart sort of cold,
Emotionless to stop the pain, I sink into your Moon-Milk Eyes, oh sparkly space protectress,
You make me feel it all again, overwhelming with no more fear,
I wanna hold on so bad,
I wanna read your Pretty Eyes all day until forever, and feel that warm shadow your mountain-sized moon eyes denote,
Covering the earth with milky, achingly soft life
Please stop this silent attack, my heart hurts when you fill up my broken spot
When you fill it with your mushy, sweet space song.
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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