A Quatrain Poem About Mine, and Maybe Yours Too — ………… Last time I checked,
it was still on my neck,
What now is a mark,
once was a speck, Protected by the freckle,
I can now never forget,
Tattooed into a bad mood,
the ink I still regret, Smooth surface, epidermis,
let color fill the pores,
Black lines, abstract designs,
around the…