Could it be
your touch
that hurts me?

Left on my arm
Black, blue, and green

These
bruises
like
to
tell
the
truth
Voice
silent
as
I
cover
myself
and
find
I still
love him

Black, blue, and green
spreads to and
above my
heart

My body a canvas
of his three favorite colors

A signature of love
From,
The Abuser