My body broke out in a rash of red words
a cryptic text covered my face, abdomen, legs,
and upon my back the scarlet words
were reversed for easy reading in a mirror.
As I decode the meaning of this
mystifying, mythical script,
the lines dissappear into the ether.
All that remains is a circle
of calligraphy around my navel:
just a few letters that taunt me,
but I look at them with dread.
I fear that understanding them will end my days,
for the meaning of life is a quest for knowledge;
I'll keep my red tattoo as a symbol of the voyage.