23 April 2012
I love the pain the needles bring. Each one piercing my skin, filling it with colour. Painting me like a canvas. It like I'm slowly becoming a piece of art. And I love it.
I ask her to be gentle with me as she grips my leg and stretched the skin. She seemed to take pleasure inflicting pain on me.
Would you like me to kiss it better?
Somehow I'm sure I'll be fine.
The burning sensation, sickens me to the core. But I don't want it to leave. The pain it brings is another memory made, and another scar covered. Somehow I feel stronger, better. I feel like me. Making myself who I am, what I want to look like.
Just a few more paintings, a few more tortures. I'll be my own Da Vinci.
Painless Art • Opuss № I