Beautiful Forever Scars

Morgan LaMonica

  The hot air balloon lifts from off my shoulder The snake coils snugly around my thigh The flower blooms across my breast Layer upon layer upon layer Of meaning to their canvas. Each tells a story. Each has their tale. The next one is being written Painted onto its page Layer upon layer upon layer. As the pain bites into me, The tears prick my eyes. As I lay unmoving, Breath fluttering my chest. The needles whirling hungrily, The buzzing filling my head. I wonder if this is worth it. They say it is so much money. They say it is so much pain. But to me, it is worth it I am commissioning an artist Who I selected out of hundreds Who I decided would be perfect To capture the newest part of me. I save the money needed To purchase their skill To purchase their concentration. This is a piece of jewelry One that will never get lost. Never tarnished Never broken Never forgotten These are my beautiful forever scars. My body is a temple And this is how I choose to decorate its walls.