Forever Marked

by, Cassandra

Wearing my heart on my sleeve,
in stark black ink, trailing
tangled vines and words of mine.

They always say “please, be careful,
it could stain, it could seep
through the skin, to your blood.”

I kind of wish it would.

I wish it would taint my blood,
flow through veins and
settle in my heart.

I wish it would scar.
I wish I could wear
a permanent mark.

The words of mine,
out of mind and
onto fragile skin.

Forever marked.