Bruises from the past

by Sage x3   May 20, 2006


*bruises from hands*
*of the drunken man*
*remind her never again to feel*
*because, unlike love, those bruises were real*
*and now she'll never know that love can be safe*
*all she knows is cruelty and rape*
*the pain he made her feel*
*unlike love, the pain was real*

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