Each time he touched me,
A bruise would remain.
Now, I can barely see any of my natural color.
My entire body has turned into a mural of green, blue, purple.
Each time I am touched now,
I don’t want any more bruises.
I wish I was clean.
But no matter how hard I scrub,
How hot the water is,
How long I spend in the shower,
The bruises remain.
The mural just has red splashed in now.