Bruised...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
have u ever met someone that has things they can't or wont explain... this is prrobably happening...

Submitted: October 29, 2009

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Bruised
 
Shutting the door softly so you could only hear a click,
In the dead of night,
 
The only thing to illuminate the room was the dim yellow light in the outlet.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I traced the dark circles of my face,
I removed my shirt while I gave moans to my soreness
And revealed a purple chest to the reflective service.
 
I walked to the tub, entering more of the darkness, and started the warm water.
I took off the rest of my clothing hissing for no one to hear.
I broke into soft sobs as I lowered myself into the steaming pool.
It was quiet as I turned off the water, enjoying the silence.
 
I sighed as I dipped below the surface to clear my head.
I came up and I was welcomed by my long, red legs
That were swollen at the knees and ankles.
 
The green numbers by the sink read nearly midnight
As my vision began to blue with the continuous light in the corner.
I turned on the rain and washed my feelings away
 
Only for the moment to become brief as the door
Busted open, the light turned on and my blood was spilt.
The clock struck 12 as the light flickered
To a permanent stop.


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