03/22: Open

Tangible Damage

Maybe a bruise would have been better
Or some other mark, a tangible record of the damage 
At least then I’d have clearer fragments to sift through.

You left me with nothing but brief moments,
Sprinkled in the spaces between your kindness, 
Of covert cruelty, and you said it was all me. 

So now I’m grasping onto thin strings 
Desperately trying to weave my story together,
But I’m not sure where I end 
And where your damage begins. 

- Christina Marando

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