The Tattoo

This one needs no explination.

The Tattoo

I walk through the door
Nervous excitement passes over me
I've ben here before
Heart pumping while I wait
Picture in hand
Wating my turn
Buzzing all around
I look through the books
Pages of art
It's my turn now
I settle into the chair
Exposing what I need to
The humm of this needle is for me
My heart beats faster as I close my eyes
The needle touches the skin
A farmilar feeling
I watch as it moves accross my milky white skin
Making it's mark as the ink is deposited
My body heats up as the artist works
Layers of color change me
It's an oddly conforting feeling
When it's all over
I hand over my money
And walk out the door

Until next time

2003