Like a pilgrimage to a sacred spot - the customers of the long closed Living Ink begin to flock to the urban block within the once vibrant Miami setting. The faithful aren't entirely sure why they have made the trek to the closed shop.
Just to stand outside the shop where each had endured pain, excitement and elation over their self expression come to life - so to speak.
Soon the crowd must spill into the park across the street in order to accommodate the numbers of inked up visitors.
The absence of the spotlight has abled the growth of the feelings of unease, doubt and fear. In a mass, sudden awareness the entire crowd falls silent and turns toward the darkened corner shop across the street.
An acknowledgment of the violence that is somehow related to the success and fame of the small shop.
Lurking still - just below the surface - a glow of the horror seems to emanate from the very foundation.
The lauded parlor - closed so long ago
crowds build outside - steaming dusty glasses
former patrons, artists - a legend grows
old musty charm - though expanding malaise
Each devotee shares growing disbelief
colors capture feelings approaching dread
dichromatic thoughts of awe, desperate need
a swirl of unease tormenting their heads
Living Ink - pilgrimage - The Gathering
the park - draws - professional and homeless
embracing, supporting - searching, scattering
pieces displayed, hidden - ashamed, senseless
All at once the crowd turns - sudden silence
realization - seems living ink is violence
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