Inked

My pain builds inside me.
My cries are silent to the world.
My skin naked and pure, waits for the moment.
When I can finally show my imperfections.
It won’t be long now,
As I lay on the cold chair I wait.
The initial fear now leaving me,
Replacing it is the internal pain, all my frustrations waiting for an escape.
As the sound of my pleasure hits my ears, my body electrifies.
I ready myself for the kiss,
the needle begins to puncture my skin.
The pain fills my body, and I feel at peace.
I imagine my new ink, and a smile plays on my lips.
I will be different, and set aside from everyone.
My art and mine alone will define me and who I am.
As the last stings hit me my heart quickens, I yearn to see my new addition.
I feast my eyes on my art, my body begins feeling complete.
With this I walk out feeling my uniqueness spike out for all to see.
In my mind I repeat….my ink, all mine.