Posted in Poems, Uncategorized


The slant of the roof

slicing through my mind

cutting off all former thoughts.

I, huddling in the phantasms of his voice,

try to still the thundering of my heartbeat.

I bring my knees to my chest

tucking my chin as the blades pelt against the slant

and roll to the soaked earth before me.

My fingers instinctively trace my discoloured jawline.

My pulse burns like fire against my paper-mache skin.

I clench my fists,

curl them into little balls of pain–



sinews, brimming with anger,

the reshaping of the human heart.

I hear the far-off wail of an infant

as the water rises,

I feel myself submerged

in the great migration of my own metamorphosis.

I lift myself up.

The repetition of my footfall.

Still tasting the metallic flavour of his wrath.

“You —” He spat in my face.

I pick up a glass bottle,

smashing it against the spray painted sign of peace,

clasping a shard in my shattered self.

I whirl towards


The slant of the glass

slicing through my chains.

Thank you as always for reading and sharing your thoughts below.

-Eva M.M

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



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s