# #bruises

2 poems

## [entrapped<br> by Chroma](https://chromato.graphics/entrapped-by-chroma)

meeting a Goddess, sunshine,  
envying its divinity & wings

stripping each white feather,  
dyeing them all in her blood

sewing souls into mine,  
stealing her golden halo

it will never fly again—  
riding only in my hand

my fallen angel:  
a bruised flower

## [wrist](https://chromato.graphics/wrist)

i clocked the watch once  
and wished its red hand  
swept across your face  
i knew i’d want the date

i saw the toy’s hallmark  
that predates its maker  
cupid’s bow pointillism  
it looked best in color

i slipped on a staircase  
tripped on slippery oak  
fell into a concrete pool  
cut and bruised joints

you caught me there  
held me — rubbed salt  
into my fresh wounds  
to heal and to hurt me

a thin black strap is all  
that holds back the sun  
when this camera falls  
it’ll leak light forever

three solid bands form  
an unbroken bracelet  
brass never gleamed  
until becoming a label

holding mine down  
against white silk,  
gray wool, graffiti  
it’s easy to go deep