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i.) his lips were always bleeding crimson, bruised purple violets blossoming on his jawline from where she kissed him (with her fists) ii.) he had pockmarked knuckles from where he bit them and thought his wrists were paper when silver slashed along them. iii.) his favourite jumper concealed the stains and the bruises but never the odour of iron-oxide, body rusting over into flakes before she peeled him into a pile of nothing (just an empty shell) iv.) and society told him to 'man-up', 'live with it', 'boys don't get abused idiot' because they all forgot abuse can go both ways, and come from anywhere and anyone. (please don't forget he