Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Thinking back, I wonder whether that's why I got my nipple pierced. The pain was a distraction from the dull ache in my heart. It was also oddly enjoyable. I remember lying in the bathtub for hours and watching my skin slowly turn from purple and yellow back to pink and cream. Now this little bit of steel is part of me. I forget it's there until someone touches it.