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.