Saturday, September 07, 2013

V. 2, #162: September 7, 2013

She's got a soaring eagle on her thigh
and shooting stars adorning either hip.
On one forearm, the Great All-Seeing Eye,
and on the other one, a battleship;

One shoulder shows an angel, bright and fair,
and opposite a devil, bat wings spread.
She got a stoned koala on a dare,
and next to it, a Mexican death's head;

A dragon on her lower back, which hides
the kanji script of some ex-lover's name;
memorials and mottos on her sides,
and peeking o'er her waistband, racing flames.

Some people call it art, some call it sin.
But she's quite happy now in her own skin.

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