Of Scars and Tattoos



She could feel their gaze
Descend from her breasts
To the design on her arm
And rest there comfortably
Conveniently judging
They constructed her future
Dissected her past
And pitied her present
A parallel life
Fashioned by their misconceptions
To be discussed, debated
Among their personal circles

Back home, looking at
Black ink and water
A mélange of colors, spiralling
Into the depths of the drain
She pondered,
When a temporary tattoo
Resulted in this,
How could she even hope
To find someone
Who would appreciate her scars?

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Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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