Hands full of hubris, heart black as ink
you carved my name
upon the dark pages of your empty soul
your quill marks my skin
as barren branches mark the sky
untruths unveiled
I have seen your sins sealing my fate
my scars now bleeding , never healing
and regret calls hollow from the shadows
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
I wonder if trees resent having our names carved into them. I know I wouldn’t want to wake up and learn my friends had tattooed something on my arm.
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