Melissa Ingoldsby
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I am the shark
I am the shark, sinking and bullying. I am the shark and I smell your fear. I am the shark and I sense your breath and your blood pumping in the salty ocean waves. I am the shark and I love your smile it looks like mine. I am the shark because I mirror the moon and the green reflection of the water. I am the shark, I see all in darkness—-my black eyes are not dull as they have a tapetum lucidum. I do not like yellow or contrasting colors—-stay away from me if you wear them. I am the shark but I do not want to fight with you. I am the shark but I can’t stop my insides from biting a dancing limb near the surface. I’m the shark. I see red water, I go to it. I’m the shark. I’m tired of chasing you, too. I’m the shark but I let the remora hitch a ride with me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
Free
So I’m making my boyfriend this really rich chocolate cake. I’m making it from scratch even though I have no fucking clue What I’m doing. And I’m thinking about how his beautiful blue eyes gets red and wide, his mouth turns into a solid line, trembling and the tears flow down his cheek. I’m mixing in the real cocoa powder, and my heart is trembling, thinking of my sweetheart having another anxiety attack. God, I can’t stand it when Tweek is upset, it kills me so bad, I cry sometimes. Then, when I cry, Tweek cries louder. If I had a genie and had only one wish, I’d wish for Tweek to be free of anxiety forever.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
The hundred thousand foot tall fairy tale
a long time ago, in a distant land, in a deep part of a dream or perhaps something like a dream, there lived a ten thousand foot tall princess. or maybe she was one hundred thousand feet tall. there is different accounts of the story, but all know of her general sense of humor and demeanor. she had curly, short brown hair. her brown, wavy locks looked like something out of the 1920’s, and it suited her bright blue eyes. she loved in deep, rich manifestations of color and music, but to most, it was overwhelming. the princess, named Kizzie, had light brown skin and was of noble an ancestral claim of the Giant Clan aTigress. They all spoke slowly and surely, and died out over the years, as their kind did not live long and the smaller folk did not take kindly to their existence as a whole. only a few young giants were left, including her, the last of the dying aTigress’s monarchy. her parent’s had died several years ago. she had not yet become Queen. Kizzie did not find a suitable partner to rule with yet(though this was not the only factor as it was her age as she was only sixteen). Giant Kingdoms had their princess and prince’s coronation typically at eighteen.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
Leaving
I was feeling blue. I decided to take a walk. It was raining, but it was only a light drizzle, and I walked past all the shops in downtown and past the river. I went past the famous Spanish bar and peered inside, hearing the faint sound of boisterous laughter and I saw couples happily sitting together nursing their homemade spun concoctions and cocktails. They famously always had Matador bull fights on all the Flat screens they had in the bar. Old fights, new fights. Fights from years ago.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
A Fleeting Wisp of Hope
"I envy your conviction." Just words, but coming from Nny, it was the rarest of compliments. Before Edgar could say anything about it, his eyes wandered instinctively at the yellow pale of Nny's hand. Edgar blanched as those fingers reached for the trigger. Before the trigger was pulled, however, an even rarer event occurred. Their eyes met for the last time. Nny was almost captivated, by this man, by this total lack of social dignity, but he saw something more. He couldn't place what.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
