Here I am . . . again

[sarahdotvee]

I've stained your shirt with purple hair dye and blood.
I can't recall how this happened.

I don't even remember where the burns came from.
There's two of them. Bright red. Bubbles.
I hate the look of them. Where'd they come from?

There's also a spot.
A spot of white and red.
I can't place it. It's not a burn and it's not a cut.

And then there's the knees.
God. Look at me.

I'm a bloody mess of purple and red.

Thank god for Mars.
The boy on the bus.
The cigarette in my hand.
The sweater to hide my arms; all the evidence.