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Bruises
by Vikki OwensThe bruises have long since healed,
but their echoes are on me,
angry voices, liquered breath coats me.
The grime of time and pain
is unwashable.
When he put his fist to me
the impact was immense, broken jaw
and bloodied mouth,
the blood still pools even now.
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And in the meantime I am left with nothing
but memories and dust. 05/09/2005 Posted on 05/09/2005
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 05/09/05 at 06:37 PM maybe I'm sadistic but I love poetry about bruises... I have written several none as eloquently as this though... good job and thank you for your words... Bradd |
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