Tattoo

‘It’s my skin,’ she said,

But he still shook his head.

Did she not understand

The risk entailed? Once the

Fine pale surface was broken,

There was no going back.

The permanency of a foreign body

Worming its way beneath

Her flesh - this he could not 

Permit. For her own good.

 

Though he paid no heed

To the multicoloured rings

And patterns that each faded

From their blacks to purples

And yellows: the colours of queens,

Left on her skin. Day in,

Day out. His temporary

Exertions, her permanent

Memory. To him,

For her own good.

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Stu Buck

Tue 8th Mar 2016 13:25

very nice. clever use of the tattoo as a reflection. he seems pitiful.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 8th Mar 2016 11:13

*applauds*

Really well put together piece - poignant, poetic, pointing out so subtly the control of him over her. Been there, done that, bought the bloody shop.

Thank you for giving her a voice.

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