Purple Haze

Purple is the color,

of pain.

It marks my skin.

As a child,

it covered me.

Bruise after bruise,

discovered me.

But now I’m hidden away,

where this purple haze,

cannot find me.

Nor will,

your hands.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 1-6-02.

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