Saturday, September 19, 2009

Living Ink Pt 3 - The Hunger - Sunday Scribblings #180, #181 (Tattoo, Hungry)

The Gathering finds itself held within the grasp of an emerging horror - one in which they are each intimately involved.

Their feelings of self doubt, realization and guilt builds into a violent frenzy that involves self mutilation, gnawing and slashing of the once cherished pieces of body art. The spilling of blood and ink onto the park grounds, walk and defunct storefront combines with cries and screams of self induced torment to blur the lines of reality.

The red and brown ink - clearly a distribution of the blood of the victims that are buried in the basement of the old building.

The frenzied violence and incessant buzz suddenly stops. A cool wipe across the finished work pans the view back out to me in an artists chair.

A beautifully rendered image from my dreams upon my arm - the red and brown so vivid and alive.

The insanity of my pain induced vision still lurking beneath the surface - I head out the door into the Miami sun to show off my self expression.

As the faithful turned in heavy silence
a hunger built within their darkened souls
stretched across expanse of time and space
the ink begins to burn and itch as if to throw

each into a panic to quench a troubled thirst
the red and brown ink deep within their skin
urges the breathing mass to feed - but first
sink their teeth into the burning sense of sin

ink and blood run from mouth and outstretched arms
blood and ink - the same - yet different sources
scent of rotting flesh - beneath the parlor charms
sounds of harvest pain flood like drowning horses

as the burning stops - thoughts racing back to me
intense - the red - the brown - a vision - or a dream

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