Due to recent unforeseen events I will be getting a tattoo to make myself feel better.
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Due to recent unforeseen events I will be getting a tattoo to make myself feel better.
I got a lil moth friend on my neck now
When my voice failed me, my pen didn’t — silence became ink, and ink became truth.
New chest piece. 😏💜
Needles and Ink
The needle hums like a restless bee a small machine whispering to be brave into my skin I lie still while pain learns my name in a language of dots and lines
Ink seeps in not just color, but memory Every sting is a question Do you really want this to stay and I answer just by breathing
There is something holy about choosing a wound about letting art break the surface to prove devotion Blood beads like punctuation tiny red commas insisting I pause
The artist leans close studying me like a map I am both paper and story both canvas and confession the needle doesn’t judge it only writes what I allow
When its over the ache lingers like a low note a reminder that permanence always costs something wrapped in plastic, I shine new, raw, alive
Later, when the skin has healed people will only see the picture they won’t hear the buzzing or feel the way courage trembled but I will
I’ll carry the moment under my skin where pain turned into meaning and meaning learned how to stay
Just some of my ink.
i think a tattoo a week would fix me