That Small Purple Patch

He would try Hiding it It shamelessly stood Right there on the nape Worse than the ‘Lipstick under the collar’ All buttoned up outside But alone In front of the mirror Fondly running his fingers over it Smiling to himself But how times changed...... The purple glow Started turning Hideous black He would now Try rubbing it away ‘Damn you! Either leave completely Or get the lustre back’ It’s very much still there On his white skin That purple patch The constant rubbing And the cursing Showing results Transformation on...... A faint speck now Getting dimmer With each passing day Who knows? It might one day Completely disappear