Tattoo

May 17, 2010
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The needle brazes my skin
Hot like the fire in his eyes
It seems he enjoys the pain he gives
The ink begins to pour into seeping wounds
He wipes away the blood
A moment of cold relief
And back again to the burning needle
This ritual of commitment
He enjoys his work
You can feel it in his sterile gloved hands
There cold but tender
And in this long
Enduring
Painful
Ritual I find myself
And who I've always wanted to be
The needle is my relief
The ink is my poison
The motor is my beating heart
And this is my only
Moment of permancy





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