wreckage.

you left me marked
not held
bleeding where your hands had been
no tenderness
only the wreckage
bruises for memories
blood for proof
a crime scene replayed
each time i press the wound
but even blood knows how to scatter
bruises fade
rot through colors
your touch decaying on my skin
ugly
yellowed
then nothing

i will peel you off me
a scab that never had permanence

flesh remembers longer than it should
but even scars forget who made them

-s