Bruised

The bruise is still there.

A strange indelible mark, the kind usually sustained out of the blue, when you don't even recall what you had done to deserve the pain. It's like, someone pinched you but you never felt the pinch. Or it's like you had walked into some invisible wall but you never really felt the wham-bam.

And if you would pardon my ah-lian-speak... you maciam kenna whack damn jialat jialat, and then you blur, 'cos you don't even know why you kenna whack in the first place.


And you get really rattled because you had never asked for anything in the first place. Yet they keep creeping up.

Yeah, something like that. Just like the weeks-old bruise on my left thigh. Still as huge-ass big and still as green.

Perplexing, but very real.