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Dream a little dream… (12.26.16)

Dream a little dream

poison and passion

lace and lime coloured linen.

We crossed the meadow between us

in a slanted stride,

only whisky and lilac wine between us now.

You fell into me

with weary eyes and twisted sense,

skin upon skin

as  night sketched us together.

If only this were more than a bitter memory to me;

Skelton of the man that I once knew.

All that remains now…

the faint smell of alcohol.

-Eva M.M.

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

” 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.

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