My Body = Aeon

By Emma Kirakosyan on November 18, 2018

Cradles of loss

Humming eternally

Into my bones

While armies of gleams

And a thousand Suns

Enter so solemnly

Into my night.

Oceans of crimson,

Dripping with grace,

Cover the prisons

Of love and of hate.

Chains on my hands

But sovereign mind?

Who is my Maker

And Who is my Life?

Emma Kirakosyan

Website Translator at “AYB” Educational Foundation
Emma is a recent graduate of the American University of Armenia, majoring in English & Communications. She has been working in the field of education as a translator to localize online educational materials for “Khan Academy” Armenia. She grew up listening to rock music, mainly the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and she’s been playing the guitar (not professionally) since 2011. Her on-again, off-again writing “career” started 7 years ago when her hidden talents were discovered suddenly. Her writings include poems (which sometimes turn into songs) and prose, but her current interests are descriptive narratives and short stories.

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