August 16, 2024
7:49 pm
My tattooed heart, completely bled through with ink. Engreived words told by people with whom I should never have been linked, carved out moments of my life. My children's feet wearing sparkly sandals in Italy. Sticky fruit at beaches in Croatia. Riding to school on my bike, heart fluttering nervously, anxious of another school day in misery. Then, out of the shadows of my aorta appears the first group of genuine friends and through my veins is pumped a feeling so strange, right into my lungs, trying hard to squeeze and suffocate me. Yet my heart gains another tattoo, another moment cutting me loose.
