Sharpie Tattoos
She wears a heart on her sleeve
Permanent red staining her skin
A delicate etching on a sensitive nerve
She loves her wrists, she says
She loves herself
And will not
Give in
To the temptation to
End the pain
With a swift slash.
But what she means is different entirely.
Her sharpie heart is merely
Insurance
That if at first you don’t succeed,
Ink poisoning will finish the job.
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