Imbedded not only on my skin but on my mind
Intertwined with the beating of my heart
Salty tears fall onto these wrists
Not melancholy because of what I've done
But rather what I've left
He says my body is temple
And I destroyed this church
Forever in debt to my own skin
Forgiveness encapsules healing but not physically
I am stained,
Inked,
I will never have clean skin.