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Andee Morrison – Bruise

The bruises you left behind
Are still tender to the touch,
They protest any attempts at healing the pain.
Sometimes getting close, I have to pull away
The stinging is just too much.
Inside me I know,
It’s because I enjoy it.

I like the feel of the reminders you left,
The way they confirm my secret thoughts.
You were the only one who saw what I see every day.
I love the way they fuel the fire of my self-hatred,
Confirming how poisonous I am to the world
And the men walking upon it.
Those bruises you left,
I only see them in the mirror.
Reflecting the ugliness back at me,
Still reminds me of the remarks you made
The ones that still ring true.
The call softly, sweetly
You ugly, little bitch.