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.
The Neon Squid 