She leaned in for a kiss—
my angel,
a flower petal herself.
My closed eyes
ticklish
with her breath.
With abated breath,
I waited,
as I felt her tender fingers,
touch my rouge hair,
wind around
my neck and heart.
Then, she snapped it.
Well! At least,
I never felt the pain.
I am Shaily Agrawal–an Instructional Designer, working mother and a small-town Indian woman with a perspective of my own. I write because life would be unbearable otherwise. Here is a piece I published on my existing blog: https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/
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I think the pain comes much later…