I need *** and a new tattoo
pain inflicted by one of two
flowing color on bare skin
just a quickie before I go

scars inflicted pass away
blood is shown to dismay
perfume for the vapid ones
notches cut into the gun

confronting fears behind the light
by tip of the prismatic knife
drumming beat to 70’s tune
bumping ugly with nothing hid

ornate forms yielding space
swirling stains mark the sheets
none shall deny beauty’s place
agony in each small death

now honesty is embraced
tasting each in sharp relief
the pulse engraved to the flesh
before the need returns again.

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