I presently have a noticeable purple bruise on the back of my left hand. A circular central subcutaneous bleed right where the surface veins fork.
I don’t like it.
I don’t know how I got it. But I don’t care. I don’t like it.
I’m not ashamed of my spike past, but if I’m going to have a noticeable bruise so veinously caused… the least I could do was get high.
But that’s not true. I don’t know why this bruise bothers me. I just don’t want it.
I don’t care if people see it and direct their brains to travel the vein-bruise-as-junkie route. As no one ever does anyway.
There’s just something.
It’s not allowed.
This is different. This is not I bumped my knee and bruised-bruise. It’s not even I punch a wall in drunken rage and bruise-fuckin’-bruise.
This bruise specifically stems out of the veins in my hand and creates a bleed directly under my skin.
It’s not allowed to look this way, be this thing, if I didn’t push through the delicate vein. It’s small, but I never asked to look through my yearbook. But more importantly, I never allowed it to look back.