Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Mark



I bore your neurotoxic carvings
straight-razored
into my skin,
nerve endings dangling, exposed,
until I transformed
into something
even I
no longer recognized.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

 

11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

yikes....not only the putting upon you of their marks...
but yeah, it will mess you up over time....
shivers.

Fireblossom said...

Yow! harsh stuff, lady. I'd say, run.

Magyar said...

An old nautical prodigy.

the legend
to find your way and your home
this star this anchor

A star tatoo at one wrist, an anchor on the other. _m

RMP said...

wow...a very striking piece...it really stikes a nerve (pun unintentionally intentional).

Anonymous said...

ouch ~

Cait O'Connor said...

Brilliant.

Helena said...

True. Transformations aren't always for the better! Good piece!

Wendy Bourke said...

Edgy and intense . . . really good writing, Jennifer.

janetld said...

Tightly written, chilling work.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is a fabulous write!

Anonymous said...

My skin crawls because of fear. Nice write. :-)