bruises are beautiful. they show a life lived,
a night loved.
my bruises are reminders, short-lived memories that fade and disappear.
my bruises are temporary pieces of art
that depicts a story of two people coming together
just once.
bruises cover my legs, my body, sometimes
and i'm proud of them.
i notice them when i glimpse at a mirror.
bruises fade, the temporary memory,
physical evidence fades - but the non-tangible stays behind.
i wear my bruises like badges of honor.
