Melissa Ingoldsby
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Possessed
I step into the fire once again. The void between the walls of the living and the floors that divide us into death. I feel the pain of being a lost soul that clings to non-entities. I will destroy my enemies with a hell forged sword and slice their throats. They'll die. Whoever did this to me, They'll be obliterated. All of them, die. Dead, dead, dead, die, DIE.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Ache like a rock
mother, cradle and rock did you carry me? You carried me, It was a great pain, did you know that Carrying is a pain that feels sweet dragged into a somber defeat, defined as motherhood, a stalemate, you let them know that it's not a game yet you play Heart carrying a stone inside, soft from the wild river Little layers lost, a gentle destruction It feels numb and hard and soft and with tears, wet and Wild and willful Did you carry it with you
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Fresh heaven stuck in a private hell
The tempestuous younger sister, had a penchant for true crime she lingered over sordid details of past gruesome murder But found them So boring. She found a rat to serve her older sister as stew a drink of sewer, a toast will do ‘Why did she shimmer brighter than I? I Was The Real Star.’
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Trauma Carnival . Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
I have unpopular opinions on one of my old favorites, The L Word. First is: Jenny is my favorite character. Second: The show was originally about Jenny, her trauma, her broken identity and the way her sexuality was explored as an awakening that brought up many memories of childhood abuse.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Art
