faintly
tracing
circles
against
the
cold
surface
of
my skin,
he painted
roses.
still,
still
is
the
decent
of
night.
dance not my love
petals that fall unkissed
twilight eternal
has taken
my Romeo from me
earth
buries
a dozen
tear lined roses.
-Eva M.M
Thank you as always for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.
“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”
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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1withthepen 
This was breathtaking.
“Tracing circles against the cold surface of skin, rose petals falling unkissed” now that’s some wonderful imagery! And the sentiment you evoke is even more beautiful. Love it!
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Thank you! I am glad you felt the sentiment behind it. 🙂
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I love the ensemble and the sentiments. It’s simply beautiful!
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Thank you very much. Glad that you enjoyed it.
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