I littered my words like pieces of my organs
Against the sharp rise of the building, jumped off too fast
Decapitated, I squished my mouth, I said too much and didn’t think cleanly like a feminine woman does
I cracked my neck, it felt good to hear the bones crinkle
I hit my face over and over and over and over with a belt, I was obstinate
I kicked my stomach, I couldn’t breathe, I was dreaming
I pulled my hair until I was thrown about the room like a little doll
I slammed myself with a metal bar
Squelch.
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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Comments (2)
This was so vivid and raw ❤️ Loved it. I admire the freeness of your style. I loved this line "I cracked my neck, it felt good to hear the bones crinkle" because it literally does feel so good 😅
Very strong words to convey visual imagery 👏bravo