I want a body covered in
tattoos and piercings
I want my skin to sparkle like silver
sprinkled over a brilliant palette
hundreds of hues mixed together
making me a mural, a collage
an inspired mess

I want jewelry pinned on every crevice
every crack, every gap on my face
in my mouth, around my ears and connected to my nose
I want to taste and smell cold metal
I want my body to feel heavy and dangerous
but still safe
like a weapon  

I want ink to seep underneath my skin
hiding any natural tones as it dissolves below my surface
I want to bleed green, blue, red and black
yellow, purple, pink and orange
I want my body to be a canvas
better than anything created by
Monet, Manet or Magritte

I want to be a mutant stain
in a crowd of clear complexions
I will be a walking work of art
deaf to blind criticism
and recognized only by true artists