Ink Stained Soul…

I need a place for my pain to go tonight. Something to make the physical pain stop so I don’t have to know the source of it. It’s still there and even decades later nights like tonight I feel disgust in my skin. Wanting to be held and protected but never fully trusting it will be real. All the ways I have truly healed and this never goes away completely. Stained by pain. Stained by others. Stained by tears. Stained by fractures in my soul. Stained in ink that gives it some place to go.