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Bruises like words tattooed into my skin in blue and black ink.
I remember every kitchen sink surgery where family had to stitch me back together.
I remember every happily ever after that never came to pass.
We didn't go to school in fairy tales.
We went to school in all the gory details of a horror story while monsters made us victims of their comedy.
We, the recipients of their punch-lines; they hung insults around our necks like signs, inviting anyone to join in.
Their words were invisible ink, that they tattooed upon our skin.