Mayonaka (Dead of Night) Pt.1

I was removing, removing the piercings from my bottom lip. They are made of rose-gold and they are the japanese symbol for music.(like this:.)  I sat on my bathroom counter letting the Q-tip fill with peroxide. I looked into the mirror and stared at the two holes in my lip. I guess it was the way the holes looked in my lips but it reminded me of his eyes, so dark and endless...
          The wind whipped me raw as i was rushing to his shop. I was in Ishikawa, Japan and I was in love. In love with a japanese boy, who made my heart sang, every time i glanced at his coal colored eyes. He was a professional piercer and he was a master at the art.