I remember that look on your face
Rage crippled down every nerve
How belligerent you were but
I let it go and
I remember the tactile scare
That my body felt when
You grabbed my arm,
Your fingers digging deep into
My fleshy skin and how I squirmed
That made a few holes on
My crochet jacket come undone and
I remember the look on your face
When you let go of my arm and your eyes
Were a red sea with a few waves of regret
When you saw finger prints on my smooth skin
And I remember how I brushed it off saying
" It's nothing, I easily bruise. "
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~Nida
