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daylight burning junkie

by Ann Lauren

Tattoos etch deep rivets, holes and ink
of shallow china bone black and white,
delicate and soft with photographic memory
of messy bedroom hair, smeared eyeliner,
and bubbling pink acid stopping my breath.

Bruises up and down my arms, fingerprints
of a tattooed history between you and I,
mercury is less toxic than an
imperceptible a shift of gorgeous jealousy.

Tearing at straws of hair and IVs running
through the claws of my face, my skinned knees
bleed with clumps of white blood cells and
black ink, your words smeared in my veins,
I press a burning finger across your porcelain face

01/28/2004

Posted on 01/28/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ann Lauren

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