By Cornishwitch

It crept quietly into my life,

in blistered wrath my hands made raw,

and spread it’s symmetrical fingers,

dipped in pinkest white.

On and on, devouring coloured flesh,

like a wave of cleansing ink.

And just as a wave has broken lines,

the rampage,randomly, releases

patches, lost in ocean white.

the process nears completion,

it’s crusade two decades long.

Blistering progress, hard lessons learnt,

and most literally, a painful one.

But always, as the universe decrees,

the balance will, and is maintained.

This tatooed body, inked by natures hand,

has taught to many ready for their lesson,

that the vessel is merely the container,

and the contents are it’s preciousness.

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