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Bruises
they start out as red
then purple and black and green and yellow
until that sickening, infested color
seeps back into your skin
and disappears
Poems on the topic: bruise
Poems on the topic “bruise” on Poets.by.
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everyone has been hurt before
they keep their bruises hidden under their skin coat
nobody stops to think about the bruises under their skin
until the sun sinks below the windowsill
some people have deep gashes covered by their bodies
the knife was driven through but didn't pierce any skin
so why did it hurt so bad?
how come every time they open their eyes they would rather staple them shut then get up and face the day?
O.F.T.
You have always gotten up after blows
And smiled... and shaken off the dust...
Only you could not shake the darkness
From off the bruised brown of your eyes.
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