All Summer in a Day (summerlies) wrote,
All Summer in a Day
summerlies

red as a lobster

The delicious bruise on my arms is now a muted yellow with a purple twist; soon it will be gone without a trace. The lock where you pulled, no longer stings when I press my hand to my head. The marks are like a treasure map drawn with invisible ink slowly fading away.
Sitting in a sad booth at Red Lobster she asks me what happened. I fell down stairs.
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