Eva Iro

"I am a 20-year-old college student studying English and Graphic Design. I used to be a co-founder of Scheme Magazine, but my partner and I decided to shut it down once we moved from Connecticut to Chicago for college.
I still love zine culture."

IG: @eviluncl3

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Close my eyes for me
once I have become human waste, 
once my words cease to produce entertainment for my mind.
Close my eyes and allow them to sink deeply, deeper into my skull.
Providing distance between what once perceived the outside world
and what it truly was.
I can only hope you would then stow me in a closet
behind pea-coats of blues and reds.
Yes, I would surely stink up the place,
as I would be very much dead.
But I wish to remain there
as the flesh falls off my bones.
And I wish for you to smell my sweet death perfume
in your lovely, lonely home.

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Gracious, oh Heavenly's hated Graces.
Pinpoint my sadness on another.
I am entitled to my own spiral.
I am descending towards one last eye-roll.
All I feel is a fabrication of all I am,
and both so happen to be 
absolutely nothing. 
What is this lull I have found myself in?
This ditch in which I have left any respectable qualities
I thought I had?

Black drowns me out, pulls me into nothing.
How comforting.
I saw your face, dull and dreary.
I wanted to slice it off
but refrained,
as it would have only caused more pain. 
People only choose to care as a portrayal, they want your money and time.
They want to drain you of everything you could offer,
and you will let them.