Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

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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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Screamland Part 2
Kedamono is tired. And not “dog tired,” because that’s just offensive. He knew Popee wouldn’t say it anyway, but when he came in from his second job, Popee told him he looked tired. Just tired. Kedamono agreed.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Screamland
“I don’t have time…” The tall blonde man started. He cleared his throat and looked at his shorter purple haired companion. Both sets of eyes met. One was a never ending pile of highly expressive masks tumbling upon each other. The other, markedly deep blue eyes that pierced anyone that dared to stare too long at them.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Sickly sweet
being all toasty with you Under the sun Is sickly sweet, It’s too late I feel your pain Weathering against my skin I can’t bear it—-
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Perfect Blue
she always tries to watch the sky She wanders it is hard to breathe She can’t be herself She can’t believe Her reflection
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Don’t feel me
you don’t feel me I don’t need anything I don’t need to elevate I don’t elevate myself Up like an elevator Because of a relationship
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Body displacement
I don’t want to think you ever understood me. Because when you called me that, You must’ve understood how terribly wrong it was.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Blackness
blackness Red Your blackness is on my red Your darkest black Has choked me I’m dead I’m dead *** I’m glad I’m dead
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
La Luna
I went to the take out the trash It’s just up the hill I go up there everyday I go up that hill and down most times in the daylight
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Crackle
I’m Sick I got a metal line tightening around me And it’s not easy No, it’s not Easy To hold my breath anymore Baby, I’m sick.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Inside my ribcage
like boxes stacked up One by one My rib cage feels boxed up Inside, it’s dreaming And then Smashed My ribcage is aching
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Belladonna of Sadness
I am the embodiment of death I live in spring But I deal with my death daily In his brutal eyes Of flaring menace.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Murder my words
I want to murder my words Murder them Good I want to kill each thought Each stupid feeling it evoked I’m not going to be sorry
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets