The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

bruises (poem)


For F and Y

I feel bruises
on my heart
that’s where you used to live
and where the fire started
just beneath the crest
of collarbone
buried in my flesh
just like my beating love for you
stronger than my heartbeat pulse
but every word you took to me
like knives and wounds you beat on me
bruised my heart
and now it cries
for you


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