Like the black and blue
After a blow
Like the raw-skin sun burn
The knife-edge scrape of the unkind wall
On the back of your hand
The pen scratching gash on the pure sheet
The word ripping wounds into the soul
How I’ve treated you, my body
Marring me, scarring you
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