The tattoo gun murmurs its Morse code on my Manubrium, the hard bones perched just above soft curves of cleavage. From the first tip of costal cartilage, down to the fourth Line of Union on my sternum, I feel the tattoo engraved upon my chest and the fusion is finally complete.
This is what ink should be. A telling of a personal story or milestone. Thank you for sharing this beautiful tale.
As I said on FB, this is awesome, Avia. A magical story, indeed, and a beautiful and fitting reason for anyone to get such a wonderful tattoo. I’m so glad you had those experiences with your music. 🙂
~Ashlee
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You need to be published. Writing like this is art in itself. Thanks for sharing.
Brava Avia Venefica
Bellissima, thank you for sharing 🙂
Great Piece!! Quite an amazing tale!
Wow, that is beautiful. I’m not a music person but I could feel your heart. Like the heart of a phoenix. Thank you.
This article spoke to me…Beautiful words, and story. The Phoenix plans it’s death, so it can rise from the ashes. Darkness to Light…Thank you for sharing your truth and journey. Music is the universal language…”a confirmation how the drive for creative expression can give way to ascension, leading a willing heart out of the dark.”