and dripped down my side as he
fumbled through his belt in a hush
he poured the tattoo ink and said
hey. do a good job at making this
more meaningful than it is.
as usual, the tattoo ink gave a half smile
and scoffed. whatever man, he says
just don't drag me into this fucking mess
you're the fucking mess! i hate whispered
but the words were slurred and thick
and i know
the tattoo ink will never take you seriously
with tears in your eyes.
so i lowered them. and ran my fingers
through the warm, wet, black puddles.
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