I still have bruises on my skin
Grey and blue beneath the white,
From where he sunk his fingers in,
Dark despite his fierce fire light.
Yellow bruises on my chest,
Shining out like hurtful sun,
Where he knew would hurt me best
And where he every time begun.
Purple shadows ‘neath my eyes
Showing off my weak defence,
Knuckles broke my facial ties,
Left till last for my suspense.
Five blue bruises up each arm
Ache still with his mighty grip,
As he downed me for lack of charm
And with his eyes he’d force me strip.
Reddish lines across my wrists,
Cuffs that held me limp and weak,
As he spread my legs with fists,
An from me my soul did take.
Black marks riddled ’cross my brain
Memories that will haunt me since,
For I myself broke this foul chain
With fists that opened up a vein,
As outside Heaven wept the rain
As slayer was himself made slain.
With shame that I could never feign
From my hands the blood I rinse.