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tattoo
by Melissa Arel
needle to skin, scratching away layers of fresh flesh
and carving beautiful pictures onto the canvas of my body
my back is exposed like parchment, ink pen to hand
i feel the heat of lights, and smell the taint of his machine
my dermis absorbs his artistry and i am branded with perfection.
12/21/2009 Author's Note: 
Posted on 12/22/2009
Copyright © 2025 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/22/09 at 03:02 PM intricate and beautiful the tattoo...long hoped for and welcomed, the poem. And how else to demonstrate it than the shot in the mirror, a photographer's flash of aha! insight. Good to see you writing again, Mel |
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