snow ball packed as hard as ice
smashes into his face
bruising at first crush
black and blue like the sky tonight
and yellowing like the morning
yellowing as it heals,
and i can see the pain sinking in
looking down and holding hand over cheek
bones and numb skin where laughter
spilled away and the coldness of this day
and the coldness of this day is finally standing up
but shrugging.
ashamed of what it had become.
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