1-27-14
I never really understood what people meant
when they said it hurt when
they ran their fingers across places on their bodies
that once were bruised,
or swollen,
or in pain-
until i finished that sad book,
and remembered all the things i tried to suppress,
and ran my fingers across the place on my head
where a goose egg once was
that night you got mad and slammed my head against your metal bed frame;
and when i went to cradle myself
and flinched when I remembered the bruise you left on my left arm;
and when I squeezed my eyes shut,
to try and make the pain from where my black eye once was go away.
I never really understood the pain I was in
until I was in pain from things that weren't physically there anymore,
but will still haunt me nonetheless.
Copyright © Cossette Valdez | Year Posted 2014
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