Purple Skin

A fall from a narrow staircase lands your elbow on hard, hard ground

Tomorrow there will be a reminder of your stumble home

BAM!

Your knee hits smack dab on the corner of the sand-dusted base 

Tomorrow as you rub last night out of your burning eyes 

An unfamiliar tenderness is spread across your thigh 

It almost makes you laugh as your self proclaimed "klutz" status strikes again

But then you grow sad 

Your milk white skin is marked by a flaw, an accident, a misunderstanding 

Time, of course, heals the wound

You don't press it or mess with it 

Because you know pain will be shot 

So when someone pretends to hit it, you wince 

You're scared that someone saw it, saw the purple skin

There's no hiding it now 

Best you just makes up a silly story that you think everyone will believe because hey you always mention you're a klutz 

But you're not 

Your body has been printed with a purple skinned reminder of something you probably want to forget 

But it eventually goes away

Without even thinking about it, in a week or so its no more

If only the bruises on your mind

Were gone 

Like the bruises on your body