Needles and Pens

Needles and Pens

 

There’s no feeling like an adrenaline rush

Some people like to drive fast, skydive, gamble

I like to get stabbed

 

The smell of ink and antiseptic fills my nose

Heavy metal music parallels my racing heart

The needle comes alive

A familiar whir of a belt fiercely rotating

The needle drives into the skin

Black meets flesh

 

The dagger pulses into my arm

The feeling of uncomfortable bliss

The tiny blade dances

Painting a permanent picture

 

Some pictures are angry

Some are meant to remember

Others don’t mean anything

 

Rebellious

Rite of passage

I just want one more

I won't regret this one

 

Living art

Pictures that follow you forever

Customizable scars

That fill the scars unseen

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