Pine Needles and Ink.

For this poem, I took all the " Tattooed lines" from my entries in the Tattoo this line challenge and created one poem. I was not disappointed with how they flowed in rythm together dripping line after line. It was as if I was sitting silently, by a live creek, moving in ripples watching my reflection move with it. These lines all tell a story through the different pieces of me.

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Too quiet for the living, too loud for the dead.

And I’m done apologizing for my inner defense.

Breathe timelessness into the time that’s left.

She blooms in the night.

and withers upon the light.

A rare sight, to see.

Nowhere to run. Only somewhere to hide.

The only thing I can promise,

is that I’ll always start again.

It was beautiful, really,

the madness of moments.

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Below are the entries where these lines were curated from.