Sun, 12/30/2018 - 16:41 -- mkipp0

I have always loved tattoos

gorgeous art swirling through

one’s existence


But i have never

worn ink beautifully

Scars torn open

tiny needles that have

ripped apart

alabaster flesh.


Words and images crash

partial conversations

flashes of memory

I am covered

in trauma


I wear my burden

with a patient smile

with hunched shoulders

and malicious eyes


I have always loved tattoos

art creating

one’s existence.



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