bruised lips
You showed me your bruise
As if you were ashamed of it
As if that one mark of skin
Blotted the rest out
I saw your wounds
And I gave to you
But somehow
After years
Of exposing ourselves
To one another
You believed
It was too much
And shuddered
At the touch of me
Because I was the one
Who saw the deepest
Part of you
It was only then
I realized
You now associated me
With everything
You believed to be
the most ugly.
bruised lips, 2025
Lindsey Rose considers herself a Creative Alchemist. She is an artist, writer, poet, dancer, herbalist, and professional tarot reader. She has found the greatest healing through the alchemy of creativity and hopes to inspire others to do the same.
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