A Bruise On The Cheek

Injuries are part of the tapestry of life

All of us mere bags of bones inside skin

Other wounds are more deliberate

Caused not by chance but by sin


A bruise on your cheek was the first sign

Make-up could'nt hide the contusion

When I asked you what lay behind it

You seemed covered in confusion


Another day I saw a scratch on your neck

You blamed it on the labrador

Then you broke down and told me all

Last night he'd called you a whore


Despite your entreaties I went to see him

Like all cowards he shrank from my fist

I told him to treat you like a lady

That you were the first girl I ever kissed


He seems to have learned his lesson

Of lacerations you are mercifully free

Yet still you seem sad and distracted

I wish you could trust more in me


◄ The Asylum Seeker

By The North Star ►


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