She inks poems like tattoos
An amateur artist in the making
Practicing penned pictures on paper
Permanent white corners invaded with black
A void so deliciously divine
Turned to needles because
She wanted a challenge
Progressed from forearms to inner thighs
Loving the way her veins swelled
With the contradicting vibrations
Soon her stomach showed sharp slips
Soft skin mangled with cross-outs
The lines weren't
Perfect
Enough.
So she'd let the tip trip
Across temples
So her mind could start sketching
Expecting masterpieces to come
Like the passing of day
Night shades on curves only created
Frustration
She needed another color.
Tip traveling
Drilling through dermis
Finding red ink underneath
Inspiration
Her fingers raced with the flow
Painting
Covering
Completing
Herself.
(Open to critiques...is the ending too much? Contradicting structures, etc...Be honest)
An amateur artist in the making
Practicing penned pictures on paper
Permanent white corners invaded with black
A void so deliciously divine
Turned to needles because
She wanted a challenge
Progressed from forearms to inner thighs
Loving the way her veins swelled
With the contradicting vibrations
Soon her stomach showed sharp slips
Soft skin mangled with cross-outs
The lines weren't
Perfect
Enough.
So she'd let the tip trip
Across temples
So her mind could start sketching
Expecting masterpieces to come
Like the passing of day
Night shades on curves only created
Frustration
She needed another color.
Tip traveling
Drilling through dermis
Finding red ink underneath
Inspiration
Her fingers raced with the flow
Painting
Covering
Completing
Herself.
(Open to critiques...is the ending too much? Contradicting structures, etc...Be honest)
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