Short Stories...

Purple, Blue, and Black

"Purple, blue, and black," she whispers tracing a finger along her bruised thighs.

"Crimson, red, and faded," dancing fingers over her scarred arms.

"Ribs, hip bones, and knobby knees," she sobs wishing she could see those things.

"Cracked lips, squishy tummy, and messy hair," sniffling as she looks up at the mirror.

She crawls into bed wishing once again she were dead flinching at the pain from the bruises.

"Purple, blue and black," is mumbled hardly audible as she slips into a restless slumber.