violet

The shop sounds like mechanical bees
the people and walls are covered in art
the most beautiful canvas for a permanent mark
your private world you let people see

Genuflect at the jewelry case, this ain't tiffany's
thick bone and wood contrast metallic beads that lighten the dark
in the albums flesh is transformed, hues cavort in a colorful arc.
Beings, bleeding ink-pain and art-joy, absolution is key.

strong forearm where ink drips
antiseptic sprays, gloves snap
sterile needle package rips
releasing me from my comfortable trap
after this there will be no slips
my life is etched, a surrealist map

so we had to do a sonnet in my creative writing class, here was my attempt. (I had just finished reading clipped wings and inked armor)