Black Lace Ribbon
Over purple-bruised flesh
spans black lace ribbon.
Such a poor veil, such a poor disguise,
a poor infliction, a poor demise.
Consider it gone, under makeup and fabric,
so hidden by a cloaking of thin lies,
smiles, laughs, jokes.
Under jeans and t-shirts and black lace ribbon,
black and blue and greenily yellow,
fading.
Little seen pain,
but such familiar black lace ribbon.
This deceit like thin black ice,
it might break,
but who's to say they even saw it?
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