Tattoos

     It's the stinging of the needle...the incessant buzzing. And best of all it's the end product, a beautiful peice of art.
     I shall cover each and every scar. Purple strectch marks darkened by medication and scars from over four surgeries; these too will be turned into a beauty unknown to others. Every picture is covered by my shirt or pants. I put on that corporate look, so calm and so mature.
     Yet everytime I hear that buzzing...it's like a magnet attracted to its opposite pole. That loud rock music gives me the shivers; like this is where I belong.
      Mothers, daughters, family and friends have all been through these metal doors. It's that impulsive jump or a long thought out journey that have brought us all here.
      Beauty is in the eye of the artist, scratching through layers of skin just to get the color right.