It shook her,
The pain of needles.
Needles of the tattoo gun.
Tattoo gun's black ink.
Left her,
Blank.

It took her,
The tingling in the skin.
Skin of shame.
Shame of society.
Made her,
Blank.

The pain was high,
High of coming out of bubble.
The black ink.
On the skin of shame (for others).
The ink of pride (for herself).
Dissolved her.

Left her,
A blank day.
A blank canvas.
A blank pain.
A blank memory.
A day erased.

-uk

Utkarsha Kohli
Utkarsha Kohli

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