every day, a romance starts in a wound
As my lover calls it,
A wound that swallows and burns and suffocates
It holds a small hole that fills like a leech filling up with blood
It drops like a starving river full of angry red fish
Tiny jagged teeth and eyes like a poorly cut up cantaloupe
Looping around a fish hook with no bait
every day, a romance starts in a wound
As my lover calls it,
The hole goes deeper into my brain
The euphoria mixes with utter desperation, the feeling of fear wrapped into hope
every day, a romance starts in a wound
As my lover calls it
I wrap my arms and legs around the wound
A small crying boy
A small wounded girl
A few years backed in a good minute
A lifetime of playing the game until your body gives out from exhaustion
every day, a romance starts in a wound
As my lover calls it,
Fellatio the entire world like a voracious animal
Never getting enough
Yet filling up like a balloon full of sensory overload
every day, a romance starts in a wound
As my lover calls it,
The greed of this world trapped in my mouth
So hungry to feel it’s sadness
Was that the way it felt, my love
When you trapped yourself in the wound of my romance?
every day, a romance starts in a wound.
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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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (6)
How synchronistic that I happen upon this after fitting Gibran's little axiom, which I hold sacred, into my latest: “Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.” -Kahlil Gibran, Sand & Foam Well-wrought, Melissa!
"Yet filling up like a balloon full of sensory overload" Oh wow, that line was so freaking phenomenal! Loved your poem Merly!
Very nice!
That's about as perfectly evocative a description of romance as I've ever read, Melissa.
I relate to the wounds of love; your poetry is insatiably haunting.
This rocks...and I am determined to see this film soon!