Touched

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 flinch.

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.

Nothing  changes.

 The mural just has red splashed in now.

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