An off center cherry blossom,

would be my first

Female empowerment

dusted over my lower back

by an amateur

While my father watched and pinched my arm

in a surprise attack

I would extend this story

try to set the tattoo straight

Add petals and a full moon

depth of change and transformation

in a dragonfly

The most painful would be my wrist

A memory of stories told,

to tell, and to live

I hold the Tardis over my heart

Think of my father

I have been given a voice,

I grow from a soundless whisper to a shout

The last a cup of friendship

Flailed then forgotten

Time cannot erase

Even if removed

The tale would remain

Stories burble under the tattoo skin deep