Crave The Ravens
Something I’d chosen on a drunk and angry night after my first breakup.
I splashed water on my face and leaned on the sink. I straightened and puffed out a breath.
“Get it together Avia,” I told my reflection.
I pulled on a tank top that showed just enough, dark jeans,my favorite boots, grabbed my bag, and headed out. The cab ride to the tattoo parlor was quiet. The city was just waking up, streetlights flickering off, vendors setting up, people moving with that half-dead morning shuffle.
The tattoo parlor smelled like antiseptic and ink when I walked in. Music hummed low from the speakers. A couple of the others were already there, moving around and setting up their stations.
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