Bruised

It started out with new accessories,

Purple and black bracelets,

Tight around my wrist.

New makeup too,

Purple eyeshadow;

Around my eye,

Across my cheekbone;

With red lipstick running down my chin.

Looking in my vanity,

I see you,

You,

Who have given me,

Willingly,

These new items,

Gifts.

With your fists clenched,

Knuckles red.

I smile,

Hoping you’ll see I appreciate the presents.