Arrow Rock Literary Journal

my eyelashes succeed

fluttering away my tears 

navigating the downpour

like a moth lost in fear.

they strive to stay dry

and sane and alive

while there in the dark

they both lose their light.

but defenses find their tomb

after a battle well fought

and to the damp gloom

they both will succumb.

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Viola Whimsy Barnhart is a creative from the Midwest who loves to appreciate the ordinary and find beauty in things often overlooked. Though performance is her first love, reading and writing poetry and finding feeling through words and music takes a close second in her heart.