inked

i glide through the door,
a familiar scene,
anxious fanatics
with skin so pristine,

organic canvases
spread under light,
soak up sacred symbols,
in fashionable rite,

the sharp, buzzing needle
brings spine-tingling pain,
the stinging won’t last,
but the prize will remain,

and when it’s all over,
the memories won’t fade,
forever emblazoned
and proudly displayed.
-CV

Reviews

[sp]

Nice. It has a melodic flow, making it nice to read out loud. The narrative is great too. I want a tattoo even more! To withstand the hurt, only to receive something that'll be with me forever. Great job!