If I turn your head I can study your features
The lacerations like tattoos littered across your face
The bruising around each eye
Blue and purple darker than each night sky

If I travel further down I see another battlefield
Shattered collarbone like ruins
And a sea of red to match
Like a river within your skin

If I trek down to your waist
There are no signs of life
Hipbones swelling into big hot air balloons
From the beatings you took

If I step back and scan the rest
I couldn’t make anymore judgments
Everything is blurred
Go to sleep my dear son
Rest in peace