Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis
It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something
Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains
Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within
Painting his body with bruises
A cacophony of purples and blues
It really was a work of perverted art
Now she needed to dispose of the canvas
June looked back at the road she had traveled
Over the years there had been so many bruises and scrapes
Under achievements and over analyzed moments
Reflecting on the impact those times had on her
Never letting them derail her progress
Encouraging her to do more, do better, just do
Yielding a small smile, she turned around and walked into the sunset