New ink. As well as being killa filla between my squowl and my Ziggy Stardeer thighpiece, it kind of represents the death of my old self. I have decided self-destruction is no longer on my agenda and throughout this ~metaphorical Winter~ in my life I will regroup and decide what it is that I want to bloom into. Once I feel I have reached that Spring stage, I will get the floral piece on my left hip I have wanted for years. The story goes on.