Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Fingerprint

There is a bruise shaped as a fingerprint
As I glance down, I see the power once taken
Broken blood vessels tell a story of a girl
In playful interaction fear took hold
As I laugh, I cry silently
Soon sounds of joy fade as tears begin to fall
Horror takes hold from the one that loves me
He speaks when I can not
"I'm sorry love. I was just playing."
Pain, clench, fear
Why do I fall silent?
The words of the past still whispered ever so quietly
"I will hurt you if I have to"
I run my fingers over blood diffusing
Heal and take my silent voice

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