Fresh Ink

Bzzzzzzzz.

I flinch before it reaches my skin.

He retreats.ย I shake my head.

“I’m okay,” I whisper.

His laughter hardens my resolve.

“You’ll get used to it,” he promises.

It burns with defiance. My skin drinks it in.

He was right.

39 thoughts on “Fresh Ink

    1. Thanks Stacie! I’ll admit that it is the tribal tramp stamp that I got (though 11 years later, I still like it! Haha). My next two were thought through a little more. I’ve been itching for more lately too ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Hah! Thanks! I’m not going to lie. It wasn’t pleasant. The one on my wrist was the worst. My back actually hurt the least. Just start small if you do. ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Oh love it! I have a few I got around the same age as well. I’ve been wanting to get them retouched/updated/whatever, but I’m too scared these days!

  2. Well described. I wondered with the, ‘I’m okay,’ whether you were reassuring yourself/ the tattooist – his laughter seemed a little harsh considering the circumstances.

  3. Oh this brought back memories! I was right there with you. It must be the same every time, even if you’re not a freshman. I have 4 and have also been thinking recently about getting more, or jazzing up a couple of the older ones.

  4. I would imagine that flinching is troublesome! Nice take on the prompt, Arden. I immediately pictured the scene, though now I must know what the tattoo was.

    1. Thanks Meg! I have three. The first was the obligatory first time tramp stamp though I actually like it still. Haha. I have a star on my hip and Namaste on my wrist. My next one is a ship which will go on my side ๐Ÿ™‚

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