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2 Comments 9.16.2009
What The Body Costs
“A bruise,” you say, “a bruise
Is not a sign of brutality.”
What you fear more than a bruise
Is rejection, solitude.
This makes me think-
His hands around my neck,
His voice hauntingly whispering,
“I can never forgive you”
Followed by “I love you,”
And all I can do is cry and pretend
That one day I can separate myself
From this sickness.
“No,” I tell you in return,
“A bruise an ephemeral truth.”
“A bruise,” you say, “a bruise
Is not a sign of brutality.”
What you fear more than a bruise
Is rejection, solitude.
This makes me think-
His hands around my neck,
His voice hauntingly whispering,
“I can never forgive you”
Followed by “I love you,”
And all I can do is cry and pretend
That one day I can separate myself
From this sickness.
“No,” I tell you in return,
“A bruise an ephemeral truth.”
Did you write this?
yes, a while ago!