Bruises.
Bruises on my chest,
Bruises on my spine.
They form.
Black and purple splotches
That linger in my mind.
Delicate folds smeared with pain.
Cold cutting shards still remain,
Embedded in the flesh,
Caught in the bone.
You go to scratch but they do not give.
Though the marks may fade the memories remain.
Bitter and twisted all the same.
No end to the pain, the remnants linger.
Misty details of sordid night’s stay locked inside.
Though you try to forget you can never forgive.
Bruises on my chest,
Bruises on my spine.
They form.
Black and purple splotches
That linger in my mind.
Delicate folds smeared with pain.
Cold cutting shards still remain,
Embedded in the flesh,
Caught in the bone.
You go to scratch but they do not give.
Though the marks may fade the memories remain.
Bitter and twisted all the same.
No end to the pain, the remnants linger.
Misty details of sordid night’s stay locked inside.
Though you try to forget you can never forgive.