The Bruises Left

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My arms
Are freckled with bruises
My legs bear the markings
Of labor

Looking down at my body,
Strewn with patches
Painted in hues of yellow and green,
I can't help
But to think that
Perhaps my bruised exterior
Matches the rubble of the town
That the tornado left for me

04/24/23

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