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By Maggie West Submitted by insense82 Date: 2004 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.05.04.06.14744]] |
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I feel the needle bite down my lower back as I get my first tattoo. It's been so long and now here it is, I am to be branded forever for everyone to see the image of my soul as I pass them by but the most important thing in me is the one thing that they couldn't see. The tattoo inside my head that only I can glance upon everytime I close my eyes. Clear, perfection on it's side, and no color nor needle can bring it justice. The artist extinguishes his cigarette as he prepares for the next color, and with every dab of hue the brand comes into view, getting clearer, seemingly radiant with every passing second and I feel delight with the thought that what was once tatooed inside of me is there for everyone to see and they would shower me with low whistles, seemingly looking at it for long periods of time thinking how lucky he is for being there where it matters. |