You know the star on my wrist?
The infinity symbol on the back of my neck?
The quill on my forearm?
Snapped and shattered.
The guy with a flower sprouting from his head?
A lone petal floats into a pond of blood.
The bowl of noodles – the one above my elbow?
The dot-work on my hip?
A giant’s footprint smeared the spots together.
Every panel of ink on my body?
Every tattoo I have?
Every single tattoo.
Has been eaten.
Ever since I got that one?