metal mixes with a slow fading tan
she wears her memories
in chains of silver, loops of bronze.
the needle ran through her easily
it never hurt (although she had aversion to the 5 inches
of pure titanium running through her).
now she wears her best friends choice in her stomach
dangling with fake clear rhinestones and stars
later someone might say it looks trashy.
she knows his ring on her finger was an
attempt at something more but for now all
it will ever mean is love (the friend kind).
she tied a black ribbon on her necklace
for the dead people she knew and it curls
in fraying ringlets of dark earth.
she has lines on her wrists from rubber
bracelets that never leave. but no, if you break one,
she will not hook up with you.
the second stud in her ear was infected
even though it was sterling silver
and the alcohol to sterilize it only went to her head.
she loved the cool metal as it
ran through her sun loved skin
and she looked at the ceiling fan and imagined
the places she might go someday.
in chains of silver, loops of bronze
she wears her memories.
metal mixes with a slow fading tan.