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
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