the fig wound

a corner
catches the hip
leaving a blue red bruise.
no blood.
it actually feels
good
in a strange sort
of self inflicted
way.
still alive
and breathing.
that's a good thing.
I study
the welt.
in time it will go
from
blue to green
to a soft
fig like brown.
i'm basically
a piece of fruit now,
once juicy and ripe
hanging brightly
from a blossomed tree,
now
fallen to the ground.