He handed love in  bruises,
kindness came in loads.
Every time he touched me,
a part of me implodes.
"Face the other way."
"Can they come and watch us?"
Muffled screams in pillows,
a spreading chain of blotches.
A paradox of feelings,
'cause I wasn't treated fragile;
but I'd never felt so broken,
and never faced something so
hostile.
-tdf