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Tattoed Soul

The words curled around her tongue
vanishing before she gets a taste of it
Her hands are inked with sentences
Her stomach are filled with phrases unknown
Every bit of her skin
Are marked with ancient lines
Four lines, five lines, six lines
And she lost count of the others on her back
They called it stanzas
From the World Before
When words were freely written and spoken
On things called books and papers
With an ink that must be the same
As the one inscribed on her soul.
She is an obscenity
A walking contradiction
A curse in the post human language era
As she bears all the words and languages of the world
So that all can see through her
The beauty that words can make
(Yet none can read nor understand)
Even though none can read nor understand.

She wears her soul on her skin.
Still, no one can read her.

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I’ve been gone for many weeks! Finally, here’s my entry for #FWF Free Write Friday: O me!, O life!


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    January 18, 2014

    The use of your body as a metaphor is an excellent vehicle for your message. Or should I say messages? There is so much of YOU here but also you can speak for women and for our modern age. Wonderfully done.

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      Pink Woods

      January 19, 2014

      Thank you so much for stopping by! You’re right! I wasn’t meaning to convey more than one message in this poem when I started to write it. But then towards the end, I can’t help but also brand it with myself and the women in general with it with those last lines. 🙂

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    January 19, 2014

    To be an open book yet not be seen. It can become very lonely. I really like this. Very well done. 🙂

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    Kellie Elmore

    January 21, 2014

    Oh my gosh! I love this. I felt like you were talking about me. I so relate. Thank you for this. ♥

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    January 25, 2014

    great poem…i fell into a trance with your imagery…howling great work.

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