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Hide

Hide

It really isn't noticeble
Is it, I ask myself,
I put makeup on, darker
than normal, but smooth,
for underneath, the purple bruise,

it's hot out today, they stare
accusingly, why the long sleeves
shamelessly I bow my head in thought
for underneath, the purple bruise,

I pass the invites, I'm sick, I cannot stand
my legs feel like bricks to a house, mortared
they constantly ache with the kick that wasn't 
apparently meant to be
for underneath, the purple bruise...

the beautiful long hair, lays dead now 
on the cold ice floor, beside my foot,
there are wet tears, screaming sounds
but no words, a whisper of pain shows again

for underneath, I cannot run so now I hide
 

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Larry Ran

Dear Faith,

She hides the hurt within her heart
And the bruises on her body parts
She feigns illness so no need explain
The tears that fall like endless rain

.
The hair he ran his fingers through
Has been chopped off, a boyish do
No need now for femininity
He's robbed her desire, a woman be

Hugs, Peace, and Love,
Larry xxx

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Dean Kuch

I pass the invites, I'm sick, I cannot stand
my legs feel like bricks to a house,** mortored
they constantly ache with the kick that wasn't 
apparently meant to be
for underneath, the [puple] purple bruise...

I believe you meant "mortared" here, Faith:

  • mortared [mawr-ter'd]

noun
1) a mixture of lime or cement or a combination of both with sand and water, used as a bonding agent between bricks, stones, etc.
2) any of various materials or compounds for bonding together bricks, stones, etc.: Bitumen was used as a mortar.
verb (used with object)
to plaster or fix with mortar.

No one should be forced to suffer physical or verbal abuse at the hands of someone who supposedly loves them. Both can hurt and cut very deeply.
Excellent poem...
~Dean
♄~?☠?~♄

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Faith Van Riel

yes thanks Dean, can't believe I missed that error, I'm usually pretty hard on myself for spelling...lol   

xoxo
 

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Dean Kuch

No worries, Faith. We all make mistakes.
Why, even the great Stephen King himself has an editor, lol.
I just felt you would want to know.
It's still an awesome piece of writing regardless.
~Dean  ;)

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Faith Van Riel

Yes I am always open to feedback. I respect your input and appreciative of your love of my work to make sure it reads properly. XO

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Anne Francis

I can so identify with the purple bruise like so many more
This may not be you, it may be how you feel about women
in general who have been beaten by bullies.  They would
think twice before hitting a man.  They have sunk to their
lowest.
I like the way your have worded this piece.
Anne x

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Faith Van Riel

Thank you Anne, it isn't me but it is out there so much, hopefully we all can inspire someone to leave that environment...

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