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Bruises

By Livia Cahill


My mother and I bruise so easily

We walk into things unwittingly

Gaining purple and blue marks

That heal into greens and yellows


The words throb in my mind

Like a bruise I can’t touch

Because each time I do it hurts so much

Just play the music

Until I can hear it over everything else

A new kind of rhythm

A bandage on a bruise


I’d like to believe that I’m held here

But I keep having the ground pulled from beneath my bruised knees

I’d love to show you my purples and red and whites

My blues and yellows and pinks

I’d like to be so many things

If only I had a little more than myself and a dream


All my bruises heal

That much, at least, is true

I am the girl in the glass coffin

Who waits for no one

But the chance

To breathe

Funny how I can still dance

With pink and purple knees

Bleeding

Never on the outside

Always on the inside


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