pentacles, magic

A nice cup of rabies

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the dream of my tattoo vanishing
pentacles, magic

Just a fragment.

I was in a furniture warehouse/programmer’s collective. While talking to one of the programmers, one of them asked about all the plastic stuck to my arms. It was all where my tattoo of dragon wings SHOULD be, except the wings weren’t visible. I was unconcerned about this, figuring it had something to do with the fluorescent lighting in the warehouse. As I started paying attention to that area, the outer edges of the wings started to dimly appear on my flesh as areas of slightly darkened and roughened skin.

I guess I’ve had these wings long enough – almost a year since I first started getting them done, and very close to “finished” – that my dream-self is starting to have them as well.

Originally published at Egypt Urnash. You can comment here or there.


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