BRUISES

The blood was streaming from her eyes, her ears, thick runnels ran
from her nostrils like flu snot. So much blood. "How could you?"
she screamed, her voice shrill. He felt the weight of his suitcases in
his grip and put them down. He tried to console her, but he couldn't touch her.
Bruises had mottled her exposed skin, blossoming one upon the other until
every inch of her had blackened. And still it continued, past the point of
discoloration as her arms and legs began to erupt in minute fis...