It's not September, but oh well!
My knees are the colours of plums and queen olives. Not a serious poem, dinnae fash yersel's
Cycles make you feel like you're trapped.
Shoutout to my friend. :) You said - bruises - XD
Day 101 of a Year of Prompts! Fair warning, this is a weird one
She could never imagine a love without bruises.
CW: DV, bruises, blood
Prose-y/poem-y story... It's just really cute okay? I'm loving it. Please like and comment if you enjoy!
Leaving a toxic relationship and realizing worth
The first bruise you gave me shaped itself like a heart. A tale of a toxic relationship set in a seemingly normal situation
It’s deep but it’s true🌎🩸
Short & impactful; heartache in its purest form for reflection.