Steel, Fire and Ink
Beautiful color escapes as flowing rivulets of pain course
Sensations rise up as I shudder gently releasing anger
Touching the vibrant hue my fingertips feel it's strength
I flick the anger away onto a wall over my bed…
Perfect symmetry the designs imbedded so deep
Comfort wraps round disappointment, chokes it dead
Staring at the delicate markings I smile somewhat
I cover them with cloth hiding them for viewing later
Gleaming metal finds its way sliding through derma
Tinkling softly the sounds pass taking fear with them
I twist the closure and pull looking in the mirror admiringly
Faded with the new the images follow me always
Pensively I sit while a thousand needles prick doubts
I wear them openly as badges of pleasure and horror
They help me though others feel I hurt… in actuality
I am only doing what comes naturally… showing
the story of me through this art others call Mutilation…