Etched in Blood
/A exploration of how ink can be used to tell a story. Tattoos can be other artistic mediums.
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Drip... drip... drip
The rhythmic patter
Of blood sailing through the brisk October air
Sinking against the lush wintry grave of pearly white snow
Drip... drip... drip
Another drip of blood caressing my leathery flesh
Leaving a crimson lava flow down shaking limbs
in wake of the hallow incision
A kiss from the needle quivering in my hands
Scratch.... scratch .... scratch
Another letter to capture what my parched tongue could no longer say
Sorrowful melodies deafened by the howling wind
Carrying forgotten messages to the world above.
Scratch.... scratch .... scratch
I draw in a shaky breath
Bracing against the euphoric pain
The needle dipping into my skin once more
Like a painter splashing ink across a nude canvas.
Examining the lines critically
Hoping to inspire lost souls with the bloody words etched across my skin
For when we die the ink we choose to brand ourselves with will carry our messages on to those searching for the answers to unknown questions
Creating a warning preventing others from repeating our past mistakes.
By Emberly Lily Summers
From: United States
Twitter: Elilysummers