it is yellowish-green
fading fast
from the dark purple
it was.
a mark of a over powerful
love
shaped like an oblong heart.
ironic.
throbbing gently under a
thick layer of makeup.
a reminder of a love so strong,
it hurts.
i close my eyes.
drift away and think of the
child in my stomach.
the stomach i wrap my arms around
when your blows rain down on me.
my child.
your child.
waiting to be born,
so innocent, so eager
for life.
i was a foolish girl.
much like the bruise,
i faded.
i was strong, opinionated.
confident.
you changed me.
i cry,
quietly.
fearful of a love gone wrong.
my bruise will be gone by
tomorrow.
no mark.
no pain.
and tomorrow...
i will be gone too.
and it will be the last bruise
you leave on me
to fade away.