A. T. T.A Poem by Kristi Brooks This is a recreation of my first real date with my current husband...And no, the ink was not in the form of a name.
Pain, ink, and bloody flesh met on the head of a tattoo gun. Our bodies changed into living art as I held his sweaty hand. © 2008 Kristi Brooks |
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Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 7, 2008 Author
Kristi BrooksOKC, OKAboutI think that I must have started making up stories in my head before I even learned how to read. My mom says that my ability to come up with such fantastic stories on a whim made it hard to get mad a.. more..Writing
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