stitches stitches stitches

pins and needles skipping humming

as he works on his riches

his patient, a beauty in

disguise

with a mask of ink and needles to

flesh her out

let's bury her

in her own mistakes

a heart with a cross with a cross over the heart

breaks

on her shoulder

and god knows what lies below

the nape of the neck and where

else he molds her

but let's go look

at such an open book

just begging to be washed

clean of these awful

fucking awful

ugly tattoos

blowing up her body like atom bombs

misuse

covering skin and hiding scars

with newer fresher fleshier

mistakes

that just, fucking totally

totally deck her out

now she's all about

herself

and he's just waiting to cave

her in

and put her on his shelf

with his gentle ink pen

and a devasting hand

against tarnished silver skin.