my whole life i've bruised easily like an overripe peach. it's not uncommon for me to sport massive bruises on my ghastly pale skin and not know how i've gotten them. it doesn't look like abuse because of the peculiar patterns and places. i was trying on shoes and the bruises we're hella distracting from the task at hand. my coworker looked all spooked and said it's from a ghost. when ghosts touch you, they don't even have to press hard, they leave a bruise. greeeeaaaaaattttt.
on my right leg it looks like fingertips in the shape of an s. she asked me if anyone significant to me died with the letter s in their name. there's my grandma, sophie, and my ex, who's still alive but dead to me. one day we might make peace, actually, it's just me that needs to make peace, he's all about it. but i don't think in this lifetime we can coexist. sad to say, i'd like to think of myself as a somewhat mature and compassionate human. and i'm not in love with him anymore. but the thought of him just nauseates me!!!
i've had these bruises my whole life. is it the same ghost following me my whole life? or a different one? or just an iron deficiency?
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