Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Naked body in the mirror
Marked with spots of black and blue
Begs the question, makes one ponder
Is it irony
That the marks are born
From lover's touch
And doctor's too?

Appearing battered
on the surface
But Oh!
What lies beneath
Don't fix your mind to ever wonder
The shell belies her naked truth

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