there is a bruise on the left side of my hips that i cannot stop looking at
every morning i walk to my mirror and peel down the edge of my underwear to gawk at it
i cannot stop pressing my thumb into it to feel the numb ache that reminds me where it is from
i imagine your hand sliding down my waist to find my hip, blindly searching for the best place for your palm to envelope the bone
it fits perfectly and for a second,
i almost feel small
i feel engulfed in your hands as you push me down into the mattress
and for a moment, i imagine you crushing me.
i imagine your hand closing tighter around me, the bone shattering under your touch.
i imagine being breakable.
i imagine you seeing me as frail,
as if you ever could.
{p.a}
