Purple zang lightning thunder lemon
I never used to do this
I never used to do this
Over-eat.
I never used to let that thunder dream down upon me, I had pushed it out like a secret honey comb that was not a true part of the colony’s design
(Throw it up, gag, hack, dry heave out)
Like a seething lemon curd, a thunder I created in a stew of my beating, wordy dissent
It felt so new and fresh, the conjured purple lemon zang, the melted time that felt like forever heaven
Now is too much butter in between my toasted English bread, jammed up purple with blooming fruits and roses and shoved down, airy and oily and soft and not like that cloud-like embrace I only received in my dreams.
I cram it, I stuff it, I want to forget but the zang of that sunshine drips down my throat. It sounds like a golden flute, it feels like a buzzing noise that can’t be seen but only felt like a thrumming and humming—- so scary, scattered and beautiful, I cannot hide.
I made two cups of coffee for myself today
I never used to do this
Over-eat.
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 (1)
I feel ya with the over eat thing. I been doing that. Talking myself out of it. serious but funny.