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Beautiful Tattoos


Today as i exited the graveyard I saw this woman And i cannot say exactly why But she put my mind at rest She had short black hair and a cigarette in her hand And her beauty was breathtaking But most certainly not raw She was sitting outside of an old building Around the corner from a tattoo shop Which i guess was convenient for her Considering she had tattoos covering her arms and chest Like a map to her soul spread out for those to see Inked onto her body like a scarlet letter She had many piercings along her ears and a few on her face I wondered if she had gotten those all at once No probably not She probably got her first as a little girl, eager to have earrings Had probably begged her dad until he took her to the closest place around I bet she was excited when they left sporting her new jewels Maybe she got the next holes after going to a rock concert in her teens She probably couldn't wait to go to school the next day and show off to her friends And the nose ring? She probably got that on the unexplained road trip with her lover Probably just up and left her family and never looked back And as i looked at this woman I saw the hard look in her eyes And her expressionless face But i think maybe it was just a cover Maybe she regrets one of her tattoos Or a piercing Or leaving

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