This form is but will,
And way.
Carved how we will,
Shaped how we must.
Our scars become our stories,
White-patched trauma.
Mine are visceral,
Honest.
Ever watched your arm decompose?
Heh.
Spider-bite truths.
Marred Tattoos,
Spending cash as hard as my bones.
Inking the flesh.
Inking The Flesh.
