The process of art in bruises

 Your hands wet with paint
Slap me and hit me
Harder and harder with each blow
The paint dripping off my body like a colourful waterfall

Your voice
Terrifyingly calm
With a subtle hint of rage in your words
Cause my mind to close in itself
Your voice may be small
But it continually causes my being to flinch when you make a noise

You take a step back
Thats when I know its over
You admire the art you have just made
You stare at the blast of colours bursting from my body
The paint covering the terrified expression on my face
You give a small smile
And say the words that no one else has

"..i love you"