The Story Of A Bruise Poem by Raj Dronamraju

And to think I raised hands against Pilar
A system that failed not once, not twice, but multiple times
The truth is evident in the chronicle of the flesh
Told the tale of walking into a doorjam or not wearing a seatbelt
 
And to think I spat words of venom against Pilar
Little icicles that take a long time to melt
The elasticity worn out in feelings that don't bounce back up
The hated microscope thrown across the room