Two palms face up showing matching black ink split-heart tattoos, one half reading FUCK and the other YOU, on the hand.

Split heart tattoos on two palms

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two open palms are shown side by side, each with one half of a teardrop-shaped heart outlined in black ink, split down the middle with a jagged crack. The words FUCK on the left palm and YOU on the right palm sit inside the outlines. The linework is bold and simple with no shading, and the plain background and rings on the fingers keep the focus on the tattoos.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Edie Marsh and Ron Tulley had shared a hedge for nineteen years and a grudge for eighteen of them. The hedge was the only thing either would admit to sharing. When the April frost took Edie's dahlias, Ron leaned over the privet with a paper bag of tubers and a face like a wet Sunday, and she took them without thanks, which was how they had always done things.

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That autumn they went together to Pearl's Ink on Harrow Road, because Pearl had been tattooing on that street since before either of them had a mortgage and she had a weakness for a dare. Edie sat first, and when the needle was done she held her palm up to the lamp. Ron put his beside it. The ink was black and plain, a teardrop cut down the middle by a crooked line, one half on each hand, so that when they pressed their palms together it made a whole drop. They had argued for an hour over the lettering. Neither would give up their word, so the words stayed, and I won't write them down here.

Pearl laughed until she had to sit on her stool. "You two wanted a heart," she said, "and you're getting a broken one."

Ron kept his hand flat on the hedge that night, the new ink still tight under the skin, and Edie watched him from her kitchen window. In the morning there was a parcel on her step, a bag of tulip bulbs and no note. She planted them along the boundary where the privet was thinnest, and by May the whole row was up and red, and nobody on Harrow Road could say which side of the fence they had come from.

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