Tattooed?

I am going to go get a tattoo soon so I thought I would write out my anxieties with the idea, and give it a little humor.

I sit in fear, 

the dangerous idea ever so near.

I sit in wait, 

I imagine the artist wielding this paint brush,

 must be a creature of unspeakable hate.

Inflicting such pain. 

Oh, this flower he now stains.

But I must remember I begged, 

I paid, 

and I sit in this chair plainly inane.

Surely I’m insane. 

What has gone wrong between my mouth, 

my actions, 

and my brain.

This flower destined to bloom, 

in such a creepy room,

But beauty is in the attitude…

 

Isn’t that why I came to get... 

a tattoo?!

Author's Note

I had to relieve some stress I want my body to match my attitude. What do you think in anyway about the feel or mess ups?

Reviews

[Jupiter]

That was such a surprise ending! I really did not expect that and I love that about this piece. Describing your body like a flower being stained and then about to bloom. Beautiful. Good job.

[Jessica Gillitzer]

Thank you jupiter. I am trying everyone here is very supportive and inspiring. I have never been a part of such a place. Were all flowers, some flowers just think they bloom dead I guess, by the way i love your glasses they fit you well.
Jessie