

INKED
What if one day
When you rolled out of bed,
You looked in the mirror
And saw what you said.
Every inch of your body,
Covered in ink,
Bold…
Ally,
Thank you for more beautiful, raw honesty. I’ve had my soul torn. I didn’t think I’d survive and didn’t want to because I was already dead. I’ve written my story in several responses. I found my way back to the light.