Her Tattooed Universe

56 sharp black scars ripple in a bed of pail porcelain skin like murky tadpoles in a crystal blue pond tadpoles that will never grow, move or die tadpoles that will simply lie 56 identical sharp arrays gouged into warm soft skin like rain tapping on a lakes surface while sapphire eyes of delicate glass are softly swimming under skin clasped 56 emblazoned stars fixed forever in a sky of skin and lips like soft freckles on a child's face but when the sun leaves, and sky goes grey they will not fade, they'll simply stay 56 perpetual nightmares inked unconscious in moonlight dreams like cobwebs spun the night before now each morning she wakes with dread to find cobwebs spun with diamond thread