Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1297 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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Ripped off
I once heard Regina Spektor say, she was “Aching to pupate,” But here I am starving to Be ripped apart Evidently evicted from the flesh house that apparently makes up me,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Trauma cookies
I’m creaming the butter (Where are you, are you missing me too, I miss you) I’m putting in a pinch of salt (My tears are inside the batter, where are you)
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Time-locked
It was always a huge blast of wind swept, tornadic weather that kept the two thunderous figures seemingly together and also, apart. The large beast seemed to thrive in intense heat or cold, especially high winds and large waves of sea air.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Weighted blanket under a dream that is you
Swift like a pounding sea, Oh I’m swimming inside you, And it’s a dream Like a weighted blanket What can that dream tell us
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
My hair is cut off
oh gosh You cut off all my hair(I did it, didn’t it? You were there to smooth it clear) It’s fine, it was all knotted anyway
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I’m fucking sad
I’m not crying (No I’m not feeling sad at all) I’m a fucking man, okay? Okay, I’m sure you’re sad, come here, But I’m not sad
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
You are my sunshine
Whenever it’s hard to see what is coming, I cling to you, my sunshine. I see you lingering in the bed of shadow and shame,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I’m. Lost.
atomic number is you You’re something intangible You’re atmosphere is lost Found in the atomic wall of found. I found your lost,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Aching
I feel my bones Trying to crack, break Out from my skin. I don’t love you, I say to myself, I don’t love it, the dream of life.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Little Lemon Flower, Redux
Little Lemon Flower, How do you grow so far away From the sun When it’s raining, and the shoulder of shadow Drinks in your tears?
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dusk 1
I have felt the air leave my body, wholly, as though a deep wind had been whipped out from my very spirit. I knew the last thing I saw. Big dissociative eyes, amber and bloodshot, like a hammer had hit my very windpipe with his gaze, those piercing eyes that have haunted me—now like an unsettling whisper. A frenzied phantom. An engorged ghost full of blood but no bones. Red lightning sinking into my throat as his talons gripped me tight. Too tight.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Spaghetti Family part 13, not real, a spare
“No!” I collapse on the steering wheel, sobbing. “Not Robin! You can’t—can’t take him from us… from me!” I bang my fists over and over again near the dashboard and wheel and hurt my hands, producing raw and slightly bleeding skin on my knuckles. “Damnit!”
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction