From a Lonely Mother
By: Ellie
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own the X-Files, do you?
Sorta-summary: This is an epistle poem from Scully's point of view, addressed to Mulder after he disappeared the first time.
My heart, my love, my livelihood,
The weeks are getting longer,
My heart is becoming weak.
But unbeknownst to you,
My belly is swollen with a new life,
A life that can be attributed to you.
I am a part of a field of vast ruins,
The stones of others crumbling sadly to the ground.
You caused this great destruction
Of a corrupt, however grandiose empire,
And I'm not sad to see it go.
I wish you would knock on my door
As if nothing had ever happened,
And take me into your arms,
And peel away the pain that plagues my body.
We could live as a family,
As we never could before,
Minds free of the painful reality.
But I will wait for you.
Even as our child grows to an adult,
I will wait.
In my field of broken dreams and memories,
I will wait.
By: Ellie
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own the X-Files, do you?
Sorta-summary: This is an epistle poem from Scully's point of view, addressed to Mulder after he disappeared the first time.
My heart, my love, my livelihood,
The weeks are getting longer,
My heart is becoming weak.
But unbeknownst to you,
My belly is swollen with a new life,
A life that can be attributed to you.
I am a part of a field of vast ruins,
The stones of others crumbling sadly to the ground.
You caused this great destruction
Of a corrupt, however grandiose empire,
And I'm not sad to see it go.
I wish you would knock on my door
As if nothing had ever happened,
And take me into your arms,
And peel away the pain that plagues my body.
We could live as a family,
As we never could before,
Minds free of the painful reality.
But I will wait for you.
Even as our child grows to an adult,
I will wait.
In my field of broken dreams and memories,
I will wait.
