Tattoos

by NoHopeLeft   Oct 24, 2014


Walking into the shop,
The smell of disinfectant,
Hits you in the face like a sledgehammer,
I swear I can the fear of previous customers,

The needle pieces 2,000 times a minute,
Dragging across the skin,
So much pleasure and relief,
Making me feel less disposable

No longer a sign of rebellion,
Tattoos are accepted now,
No longer a social outcast,
Im proud of my ink lets take a bow

You see I still self harm,
I just do it creatively,
I still bleed, feel pain,
The scars turns to ink.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I like this write :)

    i have six or seven myself and it made me smile a little reading this.

    Just some constructive critique....

    "I swear I can the fear of previous customers"
    ^ i think your missing a word here

    The needle pieces * i think this should be pierces*

    Overall minus these little typos, I like this piece :) a good thing to do once you've finished a write is to read it aloud, that way you can spot typos and get the rhythm of your piece down and punctuate where you want your reader to take a breath and absorb what you have just said.

    4/5 good write!

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