Stories are etched onto my skin,

Their ink spills and shapes me.

I gasp and splutter, try to float,

Through their mindless clutter.

'Ambition' it says on my back,

The hunger claws at me.

Little do they know: I can't stop

I want more, I need more.

'Compassion' it says on my heart,

I love life and this world.

I may pretend indifference,

But my soul cares so much.

'Intelligence' it says on my skull,

Its light burns bright within

A quiet artist in the making,

But can't jinx it, can we?

'Confidence' it says on my forehead

Or is it vanity?

Who says you can judge my aplomb?

Only I fix my worth.

'Dedication' it says on my palm

A lone boat in the sea

Re-tying the ropes, re-blazing the sail,

At war against the wind.

Stories are etched onto my skin,

Their ink spills and shapes me.

I gasp and splutter, begin to float,

Through their mindless clutter.

- KISHMISH_, SKIN

59 reads? 14 votes? Omf you guys. It means the world to me <3

('We are dyed

In fierce splatters

Of Burgundy and Gold.' is supposed to mean tainted, or to be carrying a stain around. It is mostly upto the reader to interpret though.    - For those of you wondering.)