Fencer of Flesh

My skin is burning with anticipation,
it's jonesing for a fix
a needle's sweet intoxication
that will satisfy my itch.

Each neuron is on overdrive
reaching out for the skinniest blade-
for the thrust that will keep my flesh alive
for yet another day.

I can almost see the culprit now
as it pierces the soft willing tissue
on a wisp of wind, I hear an "Ow"
as the stealthy sword, it pricks you.

these vision's do not help me
they only make me want it more.
Like a wet dream fantasy,
I cannot wait to score.

"My name is Holly Golightly
I'm afraid that I'm an addict".
"Hi Holly," the crowd answered brightly
but with the 12 steps, I had had it!

I made way back to my seat
and then back to my car.
I knew the place where I'd find my treat,
wasn't very far.

Later that night, on my trip home
I looked down at my arm in the moonlight
If only those people could KNOW&;#8230;
what a wound from the sharp knight felt like.

The time had come to admit my habit-
confess that which I long for.
"Okay, now", you say-"Let's have it!"
I'm a tattoo whore.