BLOOM

The bruises bloom blue and fade yellow.

They are the remnants of fingers digging into the thighs, the marks of sucking on skin, broken blood for a broken relationship that holds itself together tenaciously.

The bruises on the inside bloom like moonflowers – in the partial shade. Halfway, they can see them in each other and halfway they look the other way. It hurts to love so hard, and their love only blossoms over the years. The shadows of lies protect the piercing light of truth.

They bruise each other and burn each other but they heal each other too.

Isn't heartbreak how love best flowers?