Naked and trembling, Trevor stops to catch his breath. Already he feels the curse cast upon him. The tattoos on his stiffening torso become more pronounced, resembling wall-sized etchings.
His arms shoot upward, branching outward, simultaneously dividing into limbs of various density. Immobile, his legs fuse together, while his feet extend out all around him. His toes multiply, scattering and digging deep below the earth at the same time.
Moisture penetrates throughout his whole being, or whatever self-awareness is left. The last thought as he can describe it as such is that he wishes, out of all the tattoos he has, he had avoided the heart with Her name carved on it. He didn’t know she would take it to heart and act as if she owned him.
Karina Pinella 
Awn, this was dark, poignant and so sad! Brilliant stuff, Karina.
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Thanks ☺️
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Lovely 🌳
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Thanks 🙂
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This is very intriguing Karina..
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Thank you ☺️
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Intriguing and creative littel write. Such a pleasure to read.
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I loved this! It’s very dark, but well written.
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Thank you, kind sir
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Thanks for providing me another reason to avoid tattoos at all cost 🙂
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Haha
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