My Calling - Poem by Devin Gouws
Flesh, breathing thick, airless breaths beneath my fingers.
Contorted and naked, loathing yet longing for the needles stinging kiss.
The first slow stroke
Like the sword of the saviour.
i am inside your pain now
muscles tense, scream.
i am your suffering.
i am your initiation in ink.
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