Ink




The first time the needle hit my skin 
Ink penetrating the layers of me
I second guessed my decision 
Thinking I might feel regret 
My body once a blank canvas 
Now covered with art
A symbol for sisterhood 
Triangle for balance and progression 
An airplane for the places I’ve seen
For the places I dream of exploring 
A sunflower for myself
And a blooming spiritual woman 
Who I will become with time and work
I’ll die with art on me 
Inscribed forever 
Til’ I turn into dust 

2 comments

  1. Love the imagery and the comparisons you had here. Pretty beautiful

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