Tonight's Poet Corner: Self-Conscious

Self-Conscious

by Belinda Roddie

I wrapped myself up in bandages

so no one could see the blue veins crawling

out from my neck like spiders with their

silken tails trailing after them. I want

to inject my natural tattoos with ink

so the black can spread to my face, but

the toxins would cause asphyxiation, so

I'm better off looking permanently damaged

than winding off permanently dead.