Inked Being

A spot of violet blooms on my skin

Like a bruise that didn't hurt yet

It stretches and yawns on my shoulder

my belly

my thighs

Flowers sprout on the backs of my hands

My palms are stained with purple ink

Like wine running down my arms

Creating rivers of poison that stings

Inked beings peer out

From creveses unknown before

They crowd around my navel

my nipples

my eyes

They bleach my pupils white as their own

Then tint them violent to match their skin

I am one of them now