Night-time at the Tattoo Parlour

Wordle 101

In the gorgeous glare of neon,

novitiates of nyctophilia

congregate like moths,

lurking

by the irregular structure

of the tattoo parlour,

terrorising

clients and siphoning

erogenous thoughts

as they lie on the adjustable chair,

captives of the eristic artist

for as long as it takes

to pierce and ink

their skin.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016