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poetry: bruises

my clenched words released
burn holes in the good pillows
where my mascara ran
where I slept propped up
where you don’t see me

I can’t shapeshift anymore
my grandmother’s lava burns
where hands pressed down
where softness was cut out
where I hit the window

slow my words down
float upon the current
where light seeps in
where questions are pain
where the answer is love

28 thoughts on “poetry: bruises”

  2. Bridgette. I am always astonishing by the words you write, it takes the reader further into your world. Given them more understanding of the life you have had and the one you live now.thank you once again for sharing these emotions and feelings 🙏❤️

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