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January 16, 2019 by thewashingteenian

By Kayak


A bruise is just a bruise:

It does not bloom

Nor is it a symbol

For healing to come.


It is an exposure

The nearing of bone

Tamper of protection

A warning sign


A bruise is a play titled ruin

Starring: nails, cursed genes,

Bad habits, adrenaline

Come see a betrayal of thy self



Blues and blacks

Red and purples

Always pink under brown


It’s just skin

But if a craving

Bites its own hand

Why would you offer your own?


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