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Shatter me,” I whisper into his chest.

His lips like knives through me.

Little white lines faded on my wrists,

he kisses them away:

The memories

The tears.

He burns roses onto my pale skin.

Red roses around my rising breasts.

The intake of air.

The blossoming of a garden within my lungs.

Erase me

I surrender to you , my love!

Hold me tighter.”

Hold on to me,” he echoes.

I would never let go.

I would never forget

the beautiful imprint of you upon me,

the electric pulse of you within.

Still my churning heart.


Steady,” he says, ” Steady yourself.

I collapse into him,

strong arms wrap around my frail frame.

He rocks me.

Sings softly to me,



The hot sting of tears

roll down the slope of my cheek,

these too, he catches with the parting of his lips.

My sweet angel,

my steady beam of light 

guiding me through this haze.”


his palm against mine.

His fingers on my jawline–spine–ribs;

He travels to these lonesome islands

to see the stars

and hear the world:

The universe between us.


Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comment 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 the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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