Tattoo

It left me there... alone, unwanted. Surrounded by the dark, I lost touch with reality. I tried to whisper to see if anyone would hear, but it seemed to have taken the very breath from my lungs.

There was nothing left to say, to do... all had been uncovered. Its intentions were clear now. Soon, I would be terminated.

With a slow pace, delayed out of pure enjoyment, all earthly barriers were taken down. Dressed with nothing but my most simple gown, it adored the sight. So much so, that it was incapable of containing its anger.

The strange sounds uttered, the nonsense of the places visited, the hours spent trying to confront it were all wasted at the presence of a whimsical threat which youth made real and significant.

And as if not satisfied with unseen marks, a scar was left so as to forever burn both under and on my skin.

It made itself imposible to be forgotten.