Tattoo

My stomach turns in anticipation

My heart races furiously

I can feel the sweat dewing on the back of my neck from fear

My hands are trembling and my teeth are chattering together

"Are you ready?" And he motions towards the chair

My throat closes and I nod my head....

As I step towards the knife my feet get heavy and sluggish

Here we go

Just breath, just breath I tell myself. It will be okay

Just than a scolding hot knife makes the first slice in my wrist

My breath catches as I inhale suddenly and my eyes burn

With every slice I shake more uncontrollably

Just when I think I'm going to faint the heat is gone

I look down and it is beautiful

The knife of fire was worth it

"There all finished, wasn't so bad was it?"

Crystal
July 2nd 2010