"i swear i won’t do it again"

she carries a dull reminder
the way thin shoulders begrudgingly
hold a shirt-
the bruises hurt less than the head
and the floor is
overly joyous to see her, again.
nothing is clear but the ache –
promises broken, slinking away,
just as light skirts certain corners
of the apartment, hours passing.

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