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Blood And Bruise

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 1, 2024

By Rishimaa Dave



You must be an artist

And I, the canvas

For you paint me red and blue

Every place your hands touch my skin

Blushing reds to bruising blues

Just how it's always been 


I want to cry 

I want to scream

I want this to be just another nightmarish dream

But when your grip is a little too tight

And your fingers pinch my skin

Your hands wrap around my neck

And your nails dig in

I can't breathe, let alone speak 


I freeze and pray and wonder

Why is this how it's always been

Why do I let you do this to me


You must be an artist

And i, the muse

For you paint me in blood and bruise

This colour medium, may be called 'abuse'


Cover up

Full sleeved shirts & full-length bottoms

Bottles of concealer and product 

Hiding the swatches of paint, you gave me

And oh, I let one slip,

"What's that?" My mother asked

"I don't know" I lie,

 "Maybe I tripped and fell"


So, you paint me red 

And you paint me blue,

There's nothing I can really do


I have scars

That have healed and vanished

Yet embedded so deep onto my body

Inscribed into my skin

The scars you left on me

 

You must be an artist

And I, the art piece

For you've painted me red and blue

Every part your hands have touched my skin

Blushing reds to bruising blues

Just how it's always been.


By Rishimaa Dave



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