Weaving in and out accross my head.
The pinch and pull of a needle and thread.
My shirt, his sheets all covered in red.
I should have had iced tea instead.
Let the water cascade on my face.
Washed off my skin, now in his embrace.
Laying down with the ice in place.
A memory that I cannot erase.
Black and blue the eye starts to turn.
But nothing that should cause concern.
Maybe this time I will learn.
Another scar that I will earn.
Feeling better when I wake.
My head only feeling a slight ache.
Better decisions I must make.
That was one hell of a spring break
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Spring Break in FL March 2018. It's not what most may think.