“Is this how you play?” Dan asks in a choked voice.
“No. This is how you play you dumb piece of crap. You like it this way. You are weird like that. You’re a masochistic weirdo.”
“Lisa, stop.”
“Shut up.”
She almost tries to squeeze the trigger, he stops her.
“I love you, Danny.”
“I love you, too, Lisa.”
(“I love you, shit head.”)
(“I hope you feel dead because you’re absolutely worthless. You’ll die lonely. You will die with your own bullet holes in your fat, stupid body and no one will bat an eye.”)
(I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.)
(You are the dumbest sack of shit, your parents must have hated you in the womb. You know no one actually wants you.)
Then the brightest star light hits the earth, soaking it in a hot white glow of beaming goodness, erasing the darkness. Arturo. Frizzy brown and black curls. Big brown eyes like a sweet tootsie roll.
“I feel like you’re someone that was meant to have found me, Dan,” Arturo whispered.
No more mind games. Only love.
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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 The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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Comments (6)
So beautiful. 💖 I love your imagery on the arrival of Arturo.
Woah! Mind blowing! This is short but contains such an intense scene! Well done, Melissa!
Now that was a roller coaster. Loved this so much!
Arturo's arrival is stunning, as the darkness is replaced with a "glow of beaming goodness''. It was a compelling read.
I hope this win for the challenge, very colorful conversation poem
Dialogue and internal monologue—intense emotions!