Inked
I dwell in the shelter of the most high
and rest in the shadow of the Almighty
He is my refuge and fortress
He covers me with His feathers
and under His wings I find refuge.
– Adaptation of Psalm 91
To the loud drowning sound I let myself float.
Surrender to the chaotic beauty of rhythm and love.
The piercing sound starts to take over.
It’s time to birth a new scar.
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Ink one with my skin.
Ache one with my body.
It’s beautiful.
It’s beautiful misery.
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The more it tightens its hold on me.
The more I experience freedom through my bones.
The more a tear wishes to escape.
More ecstatic the heart gets.
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What magical few hours.
Sweet addiction.
Let the body melt to temptation.
Let the mind free itself from heartache.
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Time to lose inhibitions.
Time to give in to pleasure.
Let it drill.
Let it etch.
Let it carve.
Let it leave.
A beautiful scar.
Forever.
Myshelle Congeries 
Surreal it is! Loved it! 🙂
March 17, 2013 at 11:15 am
Thanks much!
March 17, 2013 at 11:18 am
What a beauty weaved even in pain.
And I love what you got inked.
Lovely words…Following you for them 🙂
March 17, 2013 at 2:12 pm
Thanks a lot. Means much 🙂
March 17, 2013 at 2:23 pm
Having three tattoos myself (all personally designed) I was really moved by the imagery in this piece, not just for the prospect of the ‘beautiful scar’ endpoint, but the whole journey that you go through in having something inked into your skin.
April 14, 2013 at 11:14 pm
Appreciate it 🙂
April 14, 2013 at 11:31 pm