15th Aug, 2017

Prod, Prod, Poke #WickedWednesday

Prod, prod poke.

 

The fearful anticipation, I don’t want it, the scream and the yelp as I pull away from the digging digit.  It shocks, it hurts, I want it to stop.

But oh, the sharp blossoming pain is so ecstatically good.

Marks. They’re amazing to look at, to track their changing shape and colour but their real beauty is in the way they hurt, don’t you think?…

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