Inked

becoming one, a feeling I imagine heaven would feel like. I don’t think we’ll ever find out. Not while we’re rotting in hell. I remember her tattoo, sprawled against her heavenly back. Her perfect torso laid out before me to see. Heaven and Hell inked onto her back. On her right shoulder blade, shaded dark blue, meandering down the curve of her body: angels and light. On her left shoulder blade, dark red, blood red that breathes, following down the curve of her body: demons and darkness. …