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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