Your words are pouring over me
In a hopeless downpour.
Indiscernible, indescribable.
Does it matter what you say to me? No words can fix what a fist has done
My cheeks tell my story.
A mixture of hatred and love,
Of black mascara and blue scars.
And no amount of powder, foundation and cover-up
Will hide you this time.
My skin feels tired, as if it cannot hold so much desperation.
I pull down my sleeves, pull up my scarf.
You have left petals on my neck
Soft spots of bluebells
Like a shadow where your fingers brushed me.
Your soft words are pouring over me.
In a vocal downpour.
Indiscernible, undefeatable.
