Silky death
Based upon a conversation within a dream within a book I read once that I hope to read again soon
you wrapped yourself in greed
Sleeping with the enemy, that which is a part of me
You sleep though you do not need it,
My blood orange of a dragon,
You seek out my hibiscus lemon peel,
You suck it in your soul, pronouncing it yours.
Am I yours, my red flower?, I hear her whisper to me
Am I yours, you silky angel of heaven?, I whisper back. Does this answer strike against your glow? Does it infuriate your will? If only I could unlock your chains. If only I could make you feel free.
But I’m as locked up as you.
I’ve been reincarnated before, in the same body
My incarnations scare you
Do I drop my soul on the floor
Ready for you to wipe off like a messy stain?
Words seem to have no meaning without you to tell me what it is,
I use big definitions to scare away my feelings
To drip away the feeling of my death like existence,
Like how sleep isn’t sleep anymore,
And how I feel you’ll always be mine, even if
Someone else gets to hold you.
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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