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Tattoo
Ink dried pain across
my canvas chest.
Streaming down my arm
branded beauty etched carefully
secret meaning telling a story
tainted inscription of song
a map of my life
hieroglyphic wishes
dipped into skin
artistic scars stained skin deep
seething needle cutting like a knife
carving out beauty to cover beauty
paint my story permanently
and bandage my soul
as art emerges shades of
tribal color;
like a caterpillar to butterfly,
let the stabbing needle work.
there is still so much more
canvas left.
throttling pain brings beauty
more color, more paint;
more ink, more etching.
Just a little blood,
just a little pain.
pain is temporary,
but regret is forever.
