Body art was a tool of expression for her tattered soul.
It was touted as a wistful expression of her desires, and some patrons had insisted on getting her inked a little more. The writer had said,
“Nobody knows why human beings want to leave their footprints on the sands of time”.
‘And marks of their insatiable lust on her body…’, she moaned silently.
She was suffering from melanoma, the skin cancer that had seeped in with the cheap Chinese tattoo ink. The scars on her psyche were indelible, and neither a plastic surgeon nor cancer specialist could cure those.
Inspired by Bikurgurl at
Creative Experiments and More 
Cancer certainly plays with your mind…I’m so happy you joined us again this week – and giving me more reflection on my own life now ❤
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Thanks!
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You are most welcome
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Deep and containing so much the contemplate Reena, beautifully written.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Lovely. 🙂
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