Fresh Ink


I flinch before it reaches my skin.

He retreats.Β 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 Comments on “Fresh Ink”

  1. I have a high pain tolerance but I’ve always worried about it. I almost got one last summer to commemorate an event. Sometimes I wish I would have. Love that you embrace you’re “tramp stamp” and still like it!!!

    • 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. πŸ™‚

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

    • 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 πŸ™‚


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