The Anatomy of Bruises

Fri, 10/18/2013 - 19:49 -- Abs420

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Black, purple, and blue dents,

keepers of the memories and events

that orate a tale of the ego held within.

Each contusion a badge of honor and strength–the true gold metals of life.

A fleshy translucent canvas tinted with the water colors of the human soul

Scarlets, violets, and blues dancing on your skin,

a tango of blood-cells, contractions, and pain.

Stinging eyes.

Dizzy daze.

Confusion and strain.

A sharp intake of breath,

"Jesus christ that fucking hurt"

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