The permanent markings on the body
signatures of hands releasing the voices of trembling pens
the mixing of blood and ink to immortalize
a floating image.
To the arms, legs, hands, and knees
these are but superficial.
Designs that seem equivalent to the scraping of the skin
Broken bones mending with cracks
they are but of the skin.
To the pages I immortalize
the words I sketch and paint across the lines
these are my tattoos.
Words to hold dear when the skin does not feel like your own.
Black against white when you only hear the red of your heart.
These are my tattoos.
These are my markings for you.