A Tattoo

As tattooed names became more painful

Both in colour and sour memory of pain

With a hurting heart, she scraped her skin, still

Deep in her flesh remained the dark tattoo

As the blood gushed, she scrapped her flesh

But etched in the bone, a scared tattoo teased her

She chopped off the bone, as the agony killed

But now in the dark hollow of nothingness too

The carved tattoo haunted me, reminding me folly of her.