Love Tat

[Erthona]

Thinking that he was the one
—although now a long time gone—
you had “Tommy Ray” splayed,
close over the entrance to the “Y”.

A green metallic blob gone painfully wrong
on the inside of the thigh.

“It could be a dragon?”

Then for kicks, at the waist, in back,
—you wonder why you had him scrawl—
“Big Mac Attack”
…with an arrow pointing down?

Hurt less at the time—but more now
from the lack of clear thought—
because you’d blown a hundred beforehand,
so that you, and your three closest friends
could get extremely high!
All you could do later was shake your head,
and silently ask yourself,
“why, god damn it, why?”
…while at the end of stiff arms you squeezed
your hands into tiny balls of regret.

You’re a Big Girl ain’t cha?
Never let ‘em see you cry,
never let ‘em know that you could die,
from self-inflicted embarrassment,
at this overt display of your best,
better judgement.
They laugh at you and point,
holding their sides and starting to cry.
You pretend to try and smile,
while remembering how you
stupidly waved goodbye
to the last bit of your innocence:
thinking yourself so very clever!

Love is fleeting; tattoos are forever!


©2012 ~Erthona


Note: This one is very raw. Give it a good raking over the coals.
Thankee kindly!

Dale