Bruise

yellow stain with purple hues

my life is a bruise,

a blooming wound that exists out of accidents.

I want to feel something

and so I press harder on the bruise

turning purple to black turning yellow turning to something that’ll take me out of here.

here is where the sun shines as the moon glows

and there I stand

in the in between, the so called “afternoon.”

I can’t feel anything and

I don’t know anything so how can I feel anything?

Black black black black

seasoned tears, iodized salt,

I can’t seem to figure it out

I can’t feel anything so how am I supposed to know anything?

in the in-between, the so-called “afternoon.” and a pathetic bruise.