Night-time at the Tattoo Parlour

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 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 […]