Black & Blue

By Lillian Kwok

After all these years some marks are still there. I thought about it while drinking coffee with Amy and she mentioned her father used to beat her. Only three times I thought. How lucky. I was always black and blue. Sometimes I let mother slap me because I knew then she would stop talking. But my mother said I did it to myself, and maybe she was right. Says I started as a baby, banging my head on the linoleum floor all day, that desperate for attention. I don’t know what I believe. All I can remember is sticking my fingers in my own bruises when no one was looking. 

Originally published by Zoo Cake Press


 
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