i want to get tattoos.
swaths of ink
melting scars away,
making them into something less painful.
i want to get them all down my arms,
i want to get wings on my shoulderblades,
i want to get skeletons on my back,
either side of my spine.
a reminder that,
i have not fallen down yet.
i want wolves to adorn my wrists,
i want them to be there forever.
i want phoenixes on my forearms,
great swirling masses of fire and feathers
and gold and smoke and ash and red and yellow and orange.
i want piercings.
i want silver studs all over my ear cartilage.
i want dolphin bites,
or spider bites,
and a nose ring.
i want a barbell in my tongue.
i want silver piercings in my eyebrows.
and guess what?
in time, i'll be legally allowed.
you can't stop me.
because i am a hurricane,
and if i want to 'wreck' my body
with images that make me want to keep living,
then it's my choice.
and i swear to god,
it will always be