Bruised Knuckles

It hurt

It didn’t hurt that much

But it spread

I could feel it in my fingertips

It hurt a little bit

And I liked it

I enjoyed the pain

I don’t want to

It’s not my fault

It’s just a feeling

That I can’t control

 

I was banging my knuckles on my dresser

Not hard

But fast

For no reason at all

Just to watch the bruises slowly form

And to feel my knuckles go numb

I had to be doing it for at least an hour

I was having fun

It hurt

After I was done they hadn’t fully formed into bruises

But they were red and they were stinging

And I liked it

Reviews

[Aly]

Oh wow.
Great poem!