misstree a lizard. left breast. cutting.

first gifted by a plastic leezard in new orleans, it was Right. not right, nothing is, but looking like it was born there, perfect for the curves, eris's way of smacking me in the face with awe and anticipation.

i can feel it there already. and i know whose hand put it there.

(don't see demon_prince. ever.)
so fucking lost my scars are a reminder of where i have been. snails leave silver trails, my life left white lines.

urge to scar rising...
Lemming_Chunks Images of intertwining beauty and pain carved into flesh. Bits of the soul displayed on the body. 040131
sabbie i had enough scars already
without paying someone to add to them

so i went with a branding instead
what's it to you?
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