Such, an odd, combination…
Bruises and red wine, they go so well together, don’t they? Every single time, you’d bruised me, you’d, spread the red wine over my injuries, to help it get better, to make the pain that much, sweeter…
note how the colors…
Bruises and red wine, that became, my life from before, I knew you were violent, but I can’t snap out of this cycle of abuse, because my father had, beaten my own mother too, and I’d, watched, and learned from the interactions, of how she’d always, apologized to him, for making him angry, giving him, an even, higher up status in the family, and he’d ruled over us like a king, and we were, peasants, without any say in anything!
Bruises and red wine, well, I’d had enough bruising in this FUCKED up (so???) lifetime of mine, and now, I’m downing those, bottles of red wine, one right after another, and another, and another (kinda like how you would, use those, alcohol cotton swabs to sanitize those, open sores!), only, that the red wine, they don’t do enough, to DROWN all the pain out, instead, it’d, made the bruises, magnified.
and the color of this
Mirroring the World 
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