He was steady. His graphiti arms ended in black latex and the only shudder they made was from the needle point gun. His eyes were shaded by yellow lenses, and fidgeted from side to side, glancing at the mirror, my face, the ink, then the tattoo, it became routine. His torso was thin and modeled spider-man vs. the green goblin, professional with a childlike mind. His hair was onyx and shaped into a flat mohawk that drooped over the bridge of his nose. Average sized ears were taken over by a collage of piercings, some gauged, some regular. His lips were tightly clasped together, almost as tight as my arm against the cushioned rest. His eyelids flashed, each time the buzz from the gun started. The corners of his mouth raised, each time I winced, an evil smile, but quite unique.
| This is an interesting write you have here! The topic is unique and quite refreshing to read something different. Your descriptions really give this write some added life and character. I have a tatoo on my ankle of a long stem red rose, so I can relate to the feeling here. And I like the end as you speak of his smile as you wince from the discomfort. Guess he likes his job huh? hahaha! Very well written. Take care.|
|| Posted on 2006-01-04 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ] || i like it. very discrptive. grr. spelled it wrong. i dont think it needed to be flowly. you didnt put it as poetry right/ so no need to flow. i actually found it as a whats that word. forget. i think the way you were going with the whole "spiderman' thing was his tatoo as it/ maybe? i liked it though. felt like a sotry. and i hate stories. so thats a plus from me. lovely.|
|| Posted on 2005-03-30 00:00:00 | by poeticblindness | [ Reply to This ] || Cool. Yea it's somewhat twisted how the tatoo artist gets a kick out of legally giving someone else pain. Perhaps in his freetime he is into S&M. LOL||| Posted on 2004-12-06 00:00:00 | by closebutremote | [ Reply to This ] || Weird. I've never read anything quite like it. I think you might could have written this in a more flowy sort of way. . . mixed the description in with the action; for example, As he worked steadily up the side of my arm with his needle, the visage of Spiderman battling the Green Goblin moved eerily in the dim light; a professional, I thought, strangely mixed with the mind of a child. I dunno, just an idea, though you prolly won't change it since you most likely turned it in a long time ago. Maybe next time.|
|| Posted on 2004-12-06 00:00:00 | by secret moon | [ Reply to This ] |