Addicted to Beauty

I'm addicted to getting tattoos. Addicted to looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a beautiful person staring back at me. I like the way the deep blue stands out on my pale fingers and how when I'm typing or doing things like fumbling with zippers it makes them look almost elegant. I get lost in the symmetry of the fly traps on my chest. I have a subtle darkness on my bicep in the form of a cat mask. It's like my form of a gang sign. The most recent addition-my snake and dagger on my thigh is what has been capturing me the most. It's mostly chunky scab but where the scab has fallen off there are promising flashes of rich color and consistency. Its an addicting little trade but I can't seem to break away.