The buzzing of the needle
scares many away
but the thrill that it elicits
is not achieved another way.
The message that I’m making
lasts forever on my skin
and I’ll take it to my grave,
along with all my sins.
Plain black or even color too,
my skin, the empty canvas awaits
for the artist’s fine creation
and the pure joy it elates.
Autumn Siders 