i keep it close because it's all mine

i like the way it aches
i could compare it to bruises
fresh or old
yellow or blosoming purple under my skin.

never gone, never over
but never that instant of impact
the stuned rush
sudden jerk
the rug is pulled and i can only fall.

so i'm not falling (i've been falling)
i'm not landing (bouncing maybe)
scrapes across my soul
oozing clear fluid
and dots of blood

this will leave a scar.