Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?

The needle pierces my body,

But I feel no pain.

 

Black Ink drowns my pores,

Euphoria begins.

 

I am in paradise,

I am transformed.

 

My skin marked before my eyes,

An external expression of an inner form.

 

This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog! I wanted to juxtapose the sensation of pain from a tattoo gun with the pleasure that the individual is feeling by marking their skin in this way. And then finishing the poem with the thought I have on all tattoos – they come from a place of inner emotion.

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