Dark
One Bruise.
One big, blackish purple bruise
was steadily lasting just below my ribcage
reminding me of its presence
every time I got in the shower.
I wish it would go away.
The longer it stays,
the more its presence
makes me fear for another.
If it’s seen.
If I don’t hide it or its pain well.
But aside from that,
it haunts me
and taunts me with the same words that were used right before it appeared on my body.
It doesn’t matter anymore
I pretend it doesn’t exist and I’m fine.
Because after all,
it’s only a bruise.
