the sun switched on like a night light, ignited, now it’s been slain by his own mother
Split into two as an atom
The sunniest part melting down, like a soupy mess
Into the moon
Lighting her up
Like a new lover
The star below, her new supply of narcissism
Craved deliverance.
“You once told me you loved me,” the star cried.
“Do not lie, I never did.”
The pain of being so viscerally slain
Was like rebirth, so painful
Wretched, alone
More alone than any living creature on the earth,
Agony stretching her star-veins.
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
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Comments (3)
Dark poetry at its finest. Loved this!
This is definitely a dark poetry . Excellent work.
Whoaaa, this was so surreal, intense and emotional. I loved it! Also, you always find the most awesome pics on Unsplash and it often makes me think what did you have to type to find these pics hehehehehe