The Anatomy of a Bruise
1. When you bite me it hurts. But the pain makes me quiver. In that moment I move and respond in a space and time that does not exist.
2. The following day, ordinary movements ache and make me cringe. That uncomfortable feeling reminds me of its source and I am electrified. Each surge of pain launches me into a moment of passion and violence.
3. Days have passed and I am concerned by the looks. People judge and stare, uncomfortable by what they see. They're assumptions make me feel ashamed and I begin to question what brought me so much pleasure.
4. The evidence lingers and I become more attached to them. I watch them evolve into different shades of pink, blue and yellow. The thought of them becomes something romantic.
5. They've grown faint. I can barely see them anymore. To find them takes careful observation. Their muted presence forces me to hunt for the memory.
6. My skin is plain. They are gone. I crave for more. I crave for the euphoria, the pain and the evidence that it happened. I crave to be devoured once again.
1. When you bite me it hurts. But the pain makes me quiver. In that moment I move and respond in a space and time that does not exist.
2. The following day, ordinary movements ache and make me cringe. That uncomfortable feeling reminds me of its source and I am electrified. Each surge of pain launches me into a moment of passion and violence.
3. Days have passed and I am concerned by the looks. People judge and stare, uncomfortable by what they see. They're assumptions make me feel ashamed and I begin to question what brought me so much pleasure.
4. The evidence lingers and I become more attached to them. I watch them evolve into different shades of pink, blue and yellow. The thought of them becomes something romantic.
5. They've grown faint. I can barely see them anymore. To find them takes careful observation. Their muted presence forces me to hunt for the memory.
6. My skin is plain. They are gone. I crave for more. I crave for the euphoria, the pain and the evidence that it happened. I crave to be devoured once again.
