There is nothing
—for years and years of nothing, this is for you
oneness is nothing
Nothing is important
Impeccable oneness
Nothing is wrong
Wrong is us
You interconnected into my oneness
You intercepted my order
You blasted the web of interconnected oneness
There is nothing without you and me and us
Everything is finely connected
There is no “me” without the finely connected linked up
Universe
You picked me out and severed me from the speckled up web of life
You needed me to be sawed out of the web
And you taught me
No, you ground yourself like lessons into my stardust
And blew me into oblivion
You thought you could sever all my connections
But you didn’t realize we were all connected
And your karma is blowing up
Scattered showers around the web,
A flood everywhere and everyone can now see it,
You can’t hide it
For there is nothing there, and
How can you hide the terrifying fabric of nothing?
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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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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thought-provoking and poetic. 💗💗💗
Nice piece ✨❤️💯