My new tatoo, which I am not certain when I will have the money for is themed off the following poem I wrote.
It was an artificial relationship,
made of unstable material
and papier-mch people.
With origami organs
my body pulses,
I sit,
torn in half
No glue.
It was an artificial relationship,
made of unstable material
and papier-mch people.
With origami organs
my body pulses,
I sit,
torn in half
No glue.