I have a tattoo on my back. It is black and blue and resembles a tree. The tree has grown since I have placed it there. The roots are growing down towards my ass and spreading to my hips, wrapping around them, and crawling in between my legs. I stand in the shower and let the water slap my back, feeding these roots that will maybe reach my toes. Sometimes I lie in the bathtub and let it soak and if I breathe silently and listen intently, I can hear the roots sucking at the water greedily. The branches are bare, and they have grown up my back to my shoulder blades, where they stick out sharply. This twisted wood is beginning to suck at my neck. There is a tingly, hot sensation when it does this, and it forces me to stop what I am doing and grab onto something, firm and predictable. Sometimes I smile, my eyes might go blurry for a moment and I think it feels good. Or I might shiver and wish it away. I wonder when it will wrap around my neck. My breasts are still free from its limbs. I often wonder what will happen when the creeping scar reaches them, if it will grab on to them violently, pulling them back, or will it simply rest on them and then spread downwards, towards my belly. And where will they and it go from here? I’ll just have to wait and see.
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