Counting Bruises - Hattie Parker

Poems exploring sexuality, love, home, and the terrifying world of growing up.

Extract:

"Bruises roam along my ribcage,
creep like thieves up my aching spine,
and crawl into my throat,

I spit them out into my open hands,
hold them up to the light,
try to find the spectrum that pain creates."

From: A Study Of A Broken Thing