Posted in Poems, thoughts

Imprint

Smudged ink on skin

where words once were,

 typewritten melancholy,

Poe left his imprint on me.

-Eva M.M.

Thanks for reading and stopping by. Hope you enjoyed and as always enjoying hearing from you in the comments.

“Me and the pen, we are one.If my ink would cease to flow,its ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

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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