Ink That Defines Me

I walk (run)

These dead end streets with some

Sort of destination in mind.
(Away from you)

 

I try not to listen to

The screams of children.

(Playing in the snow)

 

Fourteen Million Miles

Away

And I'm still running

(From the things you did

And the fact that

I did them too)

 

In the biting wind I seek

Comfort from someone warm,

 

I meet another lone traveller

(Runner)
And when the 'conversation' turns

To me

I guide her

Hands to the

Tattoo's on my

Body,

 

They trace over words that define me;

 

Vegan

 

Lesbian

 

 

(Her lips caress the dark ink)

 

 

 

Murderer

 

(I see her last breath on the frozen air)

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

ooooh this is.. disturbing.. but in a good way of course :) love love 'ink that defines me' - love the imagery.