Snatches: Hurt

There is a girl.
Nine holes in her lobes and none an earring to show; seven golden studs fork her tongue; one navel-ring buried half within. 
She wants, and has the whole Silver City tattooed: to her back: while a thousand crosses of penknife cuts decorate her arms. 
And so a different man nails her to bed, each night, she hurts, and she calls them all - Jesus.