My tattoo fades from dark and prominent to pale and bland

like my life will do as well

My mouth fills with pool water, suffocating, stinging

like your kisses

My insides itch with passion and desire

like so many others claim

My scars are gone once more

begging to be repainted

My vision blurs and blackens, longing for a new day

which may never come

My limbs creak, ache and bend

like a sweet song

The End

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