Posted in Poems


into the depths,
eidetic memories:
rose tinted obsessions
with childlike crushes,
megalomaniac thoughts,
lonely midnight actions.
I learned
to love
the tingle and burn
of skin upon sad skin,
underneath the scratchy sheets.

The urge to feel loved.

The desire beyond desire.

Knowing not
knowing that
feels like razor blades,
chilled metal against vitamin D deprived skin.

eidetic visions
of burning limbs.
Gasping for air
wobbling and wavering,
I ran from things unseen,
blue eyes bloodshot.
I surrendered
to submerge
the serrated edge
of blank minds mingling,
underneath the saline wake.

-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.”



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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