Post-Extinction Banquet
By Scotty Wings
[not published yet]
You know the star on my wrist?
Gutted.
The infinity symbol on the back of my neck?
Chewed.
The quill on my forearm?
Snapped and shattered.
The guy with a flower sprouting from his head?
Gouged out,
Eyeball hanging.
A lone petal floats into a pond of blood.
Bloop bloop.
The bowl of noodles – the one above my elbow?
Slurped.
Empty.
The dot-work on my hip?
A giant’s footprint smeared the spots together.
Every panel of ink on my body?
Teeth marks.
Every tattoo I have?
Yeah.
Every single tattoo.
Has been eaten.
Ever since I got that one?
You know?
Of
the T-Rex?