Tattoo in Albuquerque

Dusty road. Sacred stone. Every scar says you're not alone.

Blood and fire. Sky so blue. Tattoo in Albuquerque, forever burning through. Tattoo in ink.

Needle burn the silence, fire cut my skin. The desert in

the colors and the mirror grin. Not just pain and shadow, not just flesh

and bone. The desert carved its memory, it marked me as its own.

Ancient ghosts were whispering, shadows pulled me near. Desert winds kept

telling me your missing truth is here. Every road that broke me,

every star that pulled me through. The desert runs inside me, my forever true.