needles and ink

 

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the thought makes me smile

creates a sensation across flesh

of a group of needles

dancing across my skin

across my chest

down the planes of my back

over my legs

dictating each line

every color

the shading

alone my foot over my hands

a little more ink

some red, a bit of pink

more blue, yes green

a few lines of purple

perfect, beautiful

wings, flowers, moons,

creeping vines

the thought creates a smile

one not so awkward

of tattoos stories a new tone

for the essence inside

 

Author's Note

Cp. 2:19PM Sat 'Together We'll Be Fine' BeWitched ok, lonely, tired eyes, words, just here waiting wondering sorrow inside (Typed, House)