You might think I’m on a roll and you’d be right. Day 6’s prompt was to write a not-as-it-seems poem; which was super-fun! I hope to keep up this momentum…
SCARRED FOR LIFE
Let it go; let it grow. Make the scratches to and fro. Let it injure; let it bleed. Let the wounds begin to feed. Let it color; let it write. Let a vision come to sight. Drink the soreness; salvage up. Let the battle fill the cup. Scars are winning. Scars are fierce like the needles which first pierced. It’s not your husband; not your wife – just a vision come to life. It’s forever; nix undone. Got to get you more than one. Though its pain brings flight or fight, sit for hours to get it right. It’s a thousand-year taboo. But it’s brandished proud and true. It’s not your husband; not your wife – just a part of you for life. A tie that cannot be undone. Got to get you more than one. Though the healing is a fright you suffered eons to delight in this thousand-year taboo that scars you ‘til you’re blue.
But fuck-it-all, you’ve earned the juice to enjoy a new tattoo!