Tongue Piercing

inspired by Kim Adonnizio's poem Tattoos

I went today.
I got nervous and left.
I went back today. I stayed a little longer.
The purple walls comforting me. The black leather couch was cozy.
Seeing my friends and having a great time, I filled the form.
Time went on. We left.
I forgot.
I went back today.
I didn't forget this time.
Shivering.
Shaking.
Moving forward and hesitating.
An adrenaline rush like no other.
I sit in the big black chair and hold my friend's hand.
I talk to them. I watch her get her tools.
Seeing her tools I get nervous.
I watch her open a blue bag. Peeling back to reveal a sterile needle.
I watch her take her pliers.
I close my eyes.
I hold my friend's hand tighter.
Too afraid, nervous, and jumpy to move,
I open my mouth.
I feel the needle enter my tongue.
There for barely a second, the process is done.
That wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.
Feeling very proud and happy.
One of the greatest moments in my life.