A buzzing like vibration echoed through my right ear then fixated to my
left
This sound came over and left me in an awe like relaxation
The stench of rubbing alcohol in this room sterilized my senses and the
atmosphere
Kicked in creation
Butterfly wings tickled the internal lining of my stomach and my glands
never seemed larger
As I stood there while tiny hairs were razzed off my hip,
the vibration sound diminished and Good Inc. pumped through the radio
getting my adrenaline going;
the beat made me that much more thrilled
As I laid on the doctor like chair, I was raised to the artists liking
Stenciled like a piece of tracing paper,
an iris formed on my hip
The vibration noise soon came to be again and the butterflies came as well
A tiny prick in my side soon turned into the feel of a new razor slicing all
parts of my hip, but in a smooth like fashion
My breathing habits disappeared and turned into a wanting as it was getting
closer to the end
Art had been bestowed on my body,
And I long to be a canvas

 
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