On the plane of flesh where my knee joins my thigh on the left leg, I have a bruise.
A watery kiss from where it was sandwiched in my car door. The size of a dimpled golf ball, on the interior side.
It is vibrant in its hue; a mixing bowl of plum, magenta, teal and powder blue. It's freckled and veined like a Jackson ******* piece.
A little stain from where life not so tenderly reminded me of its existence