i wrapped myself up in you, and to what end?
i see you in everyone and i search endlessly for the fire that consumed you.
you burned me and i sleep in the ashes that you left behind.
washing you away is not an option, for you are the brightest part of me
via Daily Prompt: Jolt
we did not exist. still, i was alone. the lessons he taught me; they showed me the truth. he educated me in the art of loneliness – paving the way – there was no future for us.
we did not start and we did not end. never were we ever. and that was okay. warmth and a blush of red – what more could i have needed at the time?
such softness in you both that i could not look away; the same error i would repeat had you not firmly told me “no”. you are my two: you held the view that i was not strong enough to support. i acknowledge that we never could be because we are not better together, and that alone would be cause to sever.
for as long as i can remember, i have always
identified myself based on my relationships with other
people. one day, my spirit was awakened, and i
realised that i could still be me without
someone else to affirm my worth. i began to unravel, slowly,
from the outside, in. soon the artifice ebbed away
from my little core, and my authentic being was finally
i used to say goodbye to you – but i knew that we would meet again
the last time i saw you –
we parted ways, silently, and i knew it would be the final time
i slipped on the ice
and you helped me up
i fell in love with your nice.
yes, you’re warm and you’re nice.
you refilled my cup
yes, i smiled into my cup,
and i could feel your colours fill me up
starting warm, but eventually to shatter like ice.
Situated in a non-descript road in the old city of Chiang Mai, it would be easy to overlook this tattoo shop. A friend of mine was visiting, and she was looking to get a tattoo. After extensively researching online, she settled on Zeroo Tattoo, but unfortunately, the artist she wanted was working in Bangkok. Sadly, my friend didn’t get tattooed because of this, but I decided that I would get inked there next.
On March 30th, I rocked up at 6PM, basically as a walk-in appointment, and was seen that day. I was tattooed by Tao, my first experience with a female tattoo artist. Her Instagram can be found here. I contacted her previously with the design that I wanted, so she was aware of the size and placement of my tattoo.
Through the shop window, I see a Thai guy getting his shoulder coloured in. He has a large torso piece already outlined, and he is lying on his side, grimacing slightly as the artist inks away at his skin. As I walk through the door, I am greeted by Tao and asked to sit down. She recognises me from our fairly long back-and-forth exchange on Facebook.
Tao traces up a copy of the design I want, and gets to work. The shop is clean, and I see the staff select a new needle from a sealed packet. I can tell the staff love their job because of the fact they go above and beyond for each of their customers. Further samples of their work can be viewed here and you can contact them here.
I lie down on the black leather chair with my arm stretched out and I hear the familiar sound of the tattoo machine buzzing. I wait in anticipation for the process to begin, and finally, the sharp needle rapidly punctures my flesh, leaving behind a permanent trail of black ink.
Pressure, press down.
This toxic mist is increasing
the strain on our cleft.
Choke, splutter; chisel it out from your lungs.
I must accept that I am on the cusp
of forgiving you, bereft casket.
My tinny expulsion is scraping out the excess
of our fragile lining.
It is not an easy task and I feel sick.
I peel you back to the quick;
put on this mask, we are on the brink
A fissure of spoiled tissue
Warning: This Chest Is Sinking!
Raise the alarm; we are suffocating.
Caution wanes – I corrupt this.
This chemistry has been compromised.
You will always be taller
and I could never reach you.
Stumbling, I fall short
again and again
We decay for the final time:
You get smaller