December 1st, 2012
Today I wore a bruise,
Proudly over my clothes,
While you looked at it
With a stunned look
Maybe
How did I do that?
You,
You did
That beautiful shade of death
From a fist
Much,
Much b i g g e r
Than my own
Tiny little
Fist that I did
Not even use when
You
Asked me to use it
I so proudly wore this bruise
Like a wound from an battle
An old veteran
In his
Death
Bed
Embrace it,
Display it,
Love it
You told me to cover
My wounds
And to
Take my medicine
But
I
Obliged in the only way
I knew how.
