bruises unhinged it looked like the shadow of a fingertip on the inside of my wrist checking up on them from day to day as they fade gradation of flesh like a whisper of you 020324 ... continuous ache maybe i should have taken it as some cosmic sign that the only things i had to remember you by were the bruises and the knife that you gave me with that razor sharp edge... 020325 ... melissah im so young but im feeling so old as i look at these bruises from black to gold that go from my arms to my hips and my thighs i feel a thousand needles and i sigh a thousand sighs the bruises have faded but theyre still in my head the bruises run deeper than skin my soul i cant shed. 020811 ... -.:.::eric::.:.- And when you start counting, there's too much to count, and it's all repetition, and what did we do by the way? the sun could be shining, but all i can see is your black and blue.... 020811 ... melissah my father did bad things to me. (were you talking to me eric?) 020811 ... Aimee you can't see them, cause they're hidden. I'm not going to let you see them because you'll just deny you put them there. I try so hard to be perfect for you. But you just don't care. You have other people that are more important. 020811 ... TalviFatin littering my white pasted flesh i'm not violent with myself? be warned, my earthly body is of no importance... beating, breaking, bruising pain holds no urgency in this bustle of indifference lend my your jugular perhaps your life will help 031209 ... misstree slight pangs from purple and gold are trophies from uninvited teeth where scavengers snuck in. no royal blossoms, these days, no grand designs laid by combat's heat, grinning at the momentary numb. no fingerprints where tangled meat struggled in drowning desperation. no stumbles, no slips in fairytale flight. just scavenger's scat on my shoulder, reminding me how rude some playmates can be. (and props to TalviFatin and unhinged, both very nice.) 031209 ... Death of a Rose the whole upper bicep is covered with one at the moment. a virtual rainbow of colours. 040319 ... mRe sounds delicious. 040319 ... deathofarose that's what you get when you the free weight falls off the barbell. 040319 ... mourninglight your touch leaves only bruises only shadows a mild discomfort made home 041208 ... Farool On my knuckles. Scars under my eyes. 060103 ... misstree the only marks on my skin these days are bags under the eyes from too many late nights scrying for a soul in a monitor and splotchy skin from never ever feeling life rub up against it. bye bye, bruises. there are so many that say i'm better off without you that maybe i can figure out some way for them to be right. 060104 ... waiting my legs after sex in a car 080701 ... misstree wait, why do my ribs hurt? there were athletics, sure but... oh. the railing. silly me. i'd forgotten that part. well-earned, these days. 080702 ... gja fading reminders 080702 ... In_Bloom He saw them the next evening: Tops of her feet Ankles Insides of knees Thighs Wrists Ankles Across the neck The bites on the cheek and belly First he cried Then cradled her like a child Proceeding, he kissed each spot And made them all over again 081101 ... Jurisprudence Made in the intensity of gripping limbs None at fault by meaness I count up tokens of delicious bites from lips and hips 091003 ... Yeslek i hit the same spot everytime i fall down the fucking stairs. 091004 ... unhinged bruised 091006 what's it to you? who go blather from