we've all got bruises, she said
hiding just under the skin
a wounded tone on her breath
where blood settles and pools
*
but that's nothing, she says
like the way that it stings
it’s a slow coming death
as her taut skin snags and pulls
*
tiny little cuts
that slide through the surface
slowly adding up
though sightless and obscure
*
absorbed in every vein
where the burning begins
the slightest notion gets in
like a wolf in sheep's clothes
*
no one knows what's unseen
until it peaks from the closet
deep purple and greens
a secret tucked in a pocket
*
now out on display
exposed by the light
no words can erase
moments those fuses ignite
*
once contoured and concealed
life’s autopsy exposes
scars beautifully kept discrete
hiding the thorns in the roses
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