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lolita 1 (1.19.17)

Lollipop lipstick,

lilac perfume,

Lolita with her car bug eyes

slips a poka dotted ribbon

in her curly jet black locks,

ties a bow,

smiles wide–

perfect, pearly white teeth

stained with cherry blossom ink.

She sings softly,

Lana, ‘Summer Wine‘,

batts those cherry pie eyes,

twirls helter-skelter

in the humid summer heat,

slips off her ballet shoes,

dips her toe in waters

–shattered glass–

she watches the ripples,

pulling her toe from the vivid blue.

She laughs a magical laugh,

turns to smile once more then

runs on air into the curved, bent figures

of that disfigured dark wood.

-Eva M.M.

Thank you as always for reading and leaving me your thoughts. Espicelly with my more free formed poetry, I like to get feedback on how it felt being read by somebody other than myself.

” 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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