Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1315 stories

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My work:

The Job , The Space Between Us , Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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Cutbacks in a cutdown lowdown dirty home
I stuff my head with leftover pizza from the burnout burnt order last night, acrid with some fresh dirt to hear My tears mock the pale carpet, drying as you walk over it with a fresh layer of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible Exhilaration
gripping my brain with unsteady thoughts, the blast of the wet air hits us hard, in our chest like a pounding war drum Soft energy in a gentle stream of music clouds us like a giant ocean of light as I breathe out through the crackling darkness
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
-I can taste the smell of betrayal
the air between us tasted of an old grape behind the fridge, blowing condensation and false bubbles into the glass wall between us
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Rapture
My veins glitter, a new horror The same color you blush your cheeks The same hue you rinse your lips My veins are a jungle
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Lazy
why do you think you need a script did you design that yourself the jail you found yourself in, did the lock love you really well like the most beautiful love song you ever could’ve imagined
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
“Don’t
as a parent, we catch a glimpse of what a real breath of fresh air looks like Feels like, it’s life In a perfect shell, pure
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
I hate the sound of my crying
such a terror to be human In of such a mortal condition, there is no Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions Engulfed in more fluids that I loathe, I am longing to flush them like a virus
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Ghost Jar. Top Story - September 2024.
1, you placed me in a ghost jar. 2, you let me rot inside. 3, years later you still haven’t finished your locked door, you keep adding finishing touches to keep it from being opened
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The Space Between Us
Since the day eternity Inhaled my heart, sliced Lastly by my father’s prayers of understanding God’s silence, Even the guttural vibration of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Dead
Silence with Barbara, I am left with leftovers of an Intense burst of familiar quiet Looking for her when my gut sounds like
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Vogue
The day I lost my life, I cracked a grin. It wasn't like a soft smile, a subtle look of satisfaction or joy. It wasn't a strong smile, it felt weak. Though, on my face, I looked happy, I was in fact, the most devastated I had ever felt. My wife and child had been stolen from me. Stolen by an unjust God that I had been taught was loving, just and kind.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Bleed
I can’t bleed for you, my body Scares me I’m bleeding from the neck to the sole of my foot I can’t breathe for you, I’m not going back to the Joshua trees
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets