Tattoo

January 28, 2010
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I inhale the smell of the cleaning solution
As I brace myself for the plunging needle.
All I can think about are the small paws
That used to sit on the back of my shoulder,
And the paw prints that will permanently rest in their place.

The first line is drawn.
It feels like her claws did when I stood,
Holding on, as if I would have ever let her fall.

I feel the cool leather underneath my chin,
And my head swims with memories of her small face
Snuggled in my neck.

The first print is shaded,
And all I can think about are the small paws
That used to sit on my shoulder,
And how I will never forget.





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dip_stick said...
Feb. 14, 2010 at 6:51 pm
AWW so cute, i got my first tatto a few days befor christmas last year and i was 13 now 14 but that still is a great poem about the paw tattos mine isnt paws its a turtal on my neck but i love your poem!
 
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