Bruises
dot my body.
Like sirens,
flashing loudly
and blinding
even me.
They cover my
body like spots,
and even the leopard
would be envious.
Markings that
are constant
reminders.
Am I passing?
Are they watching us?
Will they hurt me?
Can I hold his hand?
Always there,
warning me that
even if everything
may look fine on
the outside,
it's not.