Bruise Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Bruise



when exhaled air isn’t enough to get her breathing
when your hopeful touch got her colder and blue
when thirty hand-written letters meant nothing
when she took your honest utters and stabbed you with it
when a small heart isn’t enough to cover your lesions

you gave yourself away
every inch is bruised
you gave yourself away

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