Every time is like the first time. Palms shaking and sweaty, heart pounding away in my chest so loudly that I’m sure everyone can hear, my face getting red with fear. The gloved hands approaching my face, that long needle covered in plastic drawing nearer and nearer. Just like every other time, I screw my eyes shut tight, and hold my breath.
Pain, exquisitly sharp and focused, as the needle goes through the skin, breaking it completely. Another burst of pain as the needle is taken out and the metal bar is put in. Until this moment, it is all the same every single time.
But after… Well, after is a different story. After the piercing process is done, I can breath a sigh of relief and smile, looking at the newest metal piece in my body. I carry the dull ache of the new hole all day and the days that follow, but it doesn’t bother me so much anymore, because I’ve done it before and I know how to deal with it. It’s the fear of the pain that makes those few minutes on the piercer’s table so awful every time.
My total count is now eleven, three in the face, eight in the ears. Eleven is a good number.
3 thoughts on “Metal”
I have 12 holes in my ears but that’s as brave as I get. I’m a chicken shit!
the anticipation is the worst part, isn’t it? and it makes it hurt more.
Very nice little piece!
@Joy – 12 in your ears isn’t bad at all! I’m impressed – my lobes can’t fit so many, I wish they would.
@Piercedconsumer – I know, it totally makes the pain worse… And thanks :).