Sometimes our bodies sin against us. They succumb to illness, they grow things that shouldn’t be there.
I am currently sporting some rather fetching bruises on my skin, due to my veins refusing to come out to play when I required medical treatment and needed to be cannulated. (I’m okay, btw, it’s only minor!)
These marks may not have been won through kinky sex, but I do find them quite beautiful and sensual in their own way. The colour against my soft, pale flesh makes me think of finger marks left by a lover. The imagery of my skin being pierced reminds me of penetration and insertion, something being introduced inside my body.
Perhaps this is a tenuous link to make, but I do find myself enjoying and admiring these marks, nonetheless.
So, I didn’t get off to a very illustrious start to February PhotoFest 2020, having missed Day 1. Oh dear…. But all hope is not lost, here on Day 2. I’m hoping I can meet the challenge!!
One word: flesh