Inked
Cold, black seat
Transfixed there.
Mind made up
My choice I’ll bare.
Needle to wrist
Sharp point sense.
Pain is now
Consequence.
What is inked
Ever glows.
What it says?
Come look to know.
Copyright © Monique Brandt | Year Posted 2012
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