the boy is dragged across the sky
Like a dying, fallen angel that glides like a blistering star
He climbs his paintbrush with a shaking hand, creating a new hemisphere, atmosphere
Attached to his retina like a gland growing into a new universe
He grew too monumental, too gargantuan for his own form, for even the green and blue human world
The pain of growth burning his cheek like a fire that never died
He asked his love Saturn when he could return home
“Assssk me in December, my life, my love,” came the cool whisper that chilled the Moon-boy into the saddest tears
The tears felt so fresh and real and terribly painful
He cried into the core of the moon, hitting the sub past it like a perfect weapon
The implosion fresh and terrible and beautiful
The wolf-boy was now a part of the moon’s terrible glow
December never came
His name stretches in a mountain’s agonizing death
Of the soft water slowly ending it's mighty cursed face
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous will be published by Eukalypto
& Atonement will be released this August by JMS Books
Comments (4)
Omgggg, this so sad and emotional. Loved it so much!
Heartbreaking!!!
howling good take on the unofficial challenge :)
Very beautiful!