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, black words,
 What would you think?
 And each thing you had said
 That proved untrue
 Was written in red,
 pointing a finger at you.
 “I love you”
 Would take on a new light
 With slut, whore and bitch
 Written just to the right.
 Things you had whispered
 Under your breath
 Are there in the open,
 Blatant as death.
 And what would you say
 When you look in the eyes
 Of someone whose name
 Covers your thighs?
 Things unkind,
 Things untrue,
 Line upon line that
 Were spoken by you.
 Gossip and rumors
 That flew from your tongue,
 Landed in ink,
 Now see what you’ve done?
 You can’t take them back,
 They’re there to stay.
 No matter how hard
 You may wish them away.

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