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Moon Scars

Last fall as the night’s chill snuck up on us,

sitting behind the tall oak tree

on Lilac Lane,

I kissed you with my small town lips,

tasted you with my country tongue

and learned a lot about pain — love.

Silk skin in the moonlight

razor sharp kisses.

Crescent shaped scars on my chest

where you showed me how to fly.

And I

remember falling asleep

in a pile of red and orange

the crinkle of leaves

and the shape of the moon on my soft skin.


Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”

via Moon



Eva Monhaut is a sophomore at IUSB, majoring in English, and double minoring in French and Sustainability Studies with a concentration in Creative Writing. She is a member of the French and Sustainability Clubs as well as the IUSB Honor’s Program. She is also President of the English Club. She is an avid reader who also enjoys writing poetry, short stories, and experimenting with different forms of art. She loves cats, coffee, and sparkling water. In her time at IUSB, she hopes to share with others the joys of reading and writing, as well as continue to work on her own writing. After she graduates, she hopes to spend a few years abroad in France then settle down in her tiny house. She has worked with the Pub Hub since its infancy in January of 2018.

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