Tattoo

I could become a canvas, a thoughtless display of artistic scrawls and minimal interpretations; a walking mass of colourful fur and feathers, words and symbols. I had enough skin, and I had enough time; I was going nowhere and maybe this could take me somewhere. A place I didn’t have to be me. A place where I could become nothing more than art, no heed paid to rolls of greed or lines of sorrow.

Warnings: self harm, eating disorders, homosexual tendencies, swearing and themes that may not be appropriate for younger audiences. Also a warning because my writing is appalling at the beginning and I apologize. This story has been going for quite some time.