This tattoo
-I will submit this to the contest when I have membership 😂
This tattoo did not bleed; it just was.
It became a part of my body that creased my whole life force into a single line
Making every movement I make
Into a poem.
I’m forever grateful for this etching in my story, because I’m in charge of this:
My story.
My poem did not bleed; it grew from a thousand moments that made me feel alive.
My heart did not break from the loss, the pain, the grief.
It just was.
This tattoo did not bleed; it flared, flowered, blew up, dreamed and dreaded.
This poem is me; and I know that this tattoo is a part of me. I did not break, I did not fall.
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Gorgeous, visceral and hopeful, well done Melissa!
Whoaaaa, this was so intense and beautiful! I loved it. Make sure to get V+ and submit this before the challenge ends hehehe
There is no single line that can define you, Melissa, whether tattooed or not.
Brilliant! Go Mel Mel! 💪🏾🌸
Gosh. Wow. Every line maybe? Where's my tattoo artist's number?
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