Taboo Tattoo
Where her obscure red rose tattoo was planted you would not believe it; near her bright
hazel batting eyes, above her left brow extending down to the tip of her nose.
Her hair was auburn and unruly.
She was daunting in hot pink and everyone stared because of her exceptional beauty.
It was startling that she was only four.
Luckily the scar was impermanent having come folded in a plastic ball only costing a quarter.
Copyright © Lori Phipps | Year Posted 2010
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