I thought lip-print tattoos had been done to death (thanks Tommy Lee) but I think Farrah’s nursing blister should be immortalized.
The shape faintly appears at the center of her upper lip and then it slowly softens and fills with air. Baby’s breath. The heart becomes lighter and lighter until one day it peels away from her pucker and joins all the other things that shed upon this earth. My darling daughter and your beautiful blister. A tiny, tender tribute to our love.
Be still, my heart.