Lying on the chair bracing myself when
the gun begins to buzz.
Butterflies attacking my heart
While it races so quickly it becomes a life
Of its own with no body to control it.
And the needle emerges.
Ink seeping into the holes in my skin,
Flash floods rushing in the desert.
Unexpected feelings, hurting so good.
Satisfaction coming with each letter.
Branding me with memories: indelible ink.
Concentration in the eye of the artist.
Each moment being savored, as one letter
Forms into the next on an empty canvas
That soon will be a masterpiece.
These words on me for an eternity  
as a reminder of the people who live
In my heart just the same.