The Ink from My Skin

The poems in 'The Ink from My Skin' explore states of mental and emotional unravelling by utilizing the narrative imagery of romanticism. Examining themes of loss and desire, these poems go in search of eventual self acceptance, and the ability to place one's hope in another. Reflections by Maryam Yoon I am in the mood for disappearing I find myself transfixed in underground glass I am Circe in the dark, or Echo in a chamber Evaporating into heat waves above hot asphalt Emptying reflections into the eyes of the one who sits next to me We become transparent We become our own twin witnesses Camelot, Lancelot, - Shallot Real, hollow, and whole We are imperfect imprints pressed into the past We are a joint burial, and the dirt in my eyes tells me that you are trying to bury me first. You are undertaking this with skill And I am discovering the truth This is not water This is empty space where eyes meet.