Today I walk home with a bloodied nose.
Its nothing that hasn't happened before, but this time it may scar.
Blood has always been a mundane topic for me. At first comes realization; splitting flesh, oozing metallic substance drips from. The type of substance that would stick to fabric, adding a sickly contrast to it all. then the pain, aching - dull at first but sooner or later the blows will start to worsen, and so will the wounds.
Make it hurt, make it fast.
The voices that I heard were recognizable. The fact you were once so close only makes the process harder. I feel my lip split after a pretty right hook to the mouth.
Hurry up.
I will not forget the feeling of your fists on my skin. The bruises for the morning after. You knew I wanted to make my pain visible - palpable. Not like this, no, this is far too cruel.
I am left to hate you for what you have done, who you have become.
