w h i m s i c a l

t a t t o o

iii. tattoo

tattoo me to your heart,

my skin is already pricked.

your blood pours out from my wounds.

black ink – dark as the night sky.

red blood – lush as the colour of juliet’s lips.

a fire burning a path into my chest.

but don’t forget to keep the needle clean.

to keep the needle pure.