I never knew bruises could come in every color until you hit me. You gave me the entire rainbow from blackened purples to sickly greens, you gave my once smooth canvas texture, it made you so happy see me bleed. But this art project became our little secret because no one else is supposed to see, It's not like anyone would believe that he gave me these bruises, that he mixed these colors so pretty. No, Daddy made this rainbow just for me.
A poem that I had finished days ago but forgot to save. It's probably a good thing that it happened though. This version runs a lot smoother.