Elisa Lam is the black water
vanished behind the rafters
Peeking like a laughing ghoul with a lit up elevator
No, I am the black water
Sick, so utterly sick
Of playing this weak game
Us
Life
Sick.
I regurgitate into myself
I drain and dip and steep like the most common tea
So rich like a dead moor
A swamp thing without any love door
Closed. Damned. Forgotten.
I'msosick
Infected work with a bloated fly
I was Elisa Lam
Heartbroken and Alive
She is a miniature Alice
Crumbs that take her up like an elevator
In a sick, gargantuan cloud
Of sweet potato-lightning-darling pie
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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Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
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Comments (5)
This is very good. I read it a couple of days ago, and forgot to comment it seems. I wasn't sure who she was, which is kind of embarrassing being I'm Canadian.
This poem was so good some of the lines were just devastating. Now I’m damn curious to find out what happened to Elisa Lam
Brilliant work as usual! Praying that you feel better soon...
The case of Elisa Lam was so scary and devastating! I hope you're okay Merly 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Interesting, I wonder is this self reflection poem or fiction poetry