The slap came from nowhere. Although it started with angry words, It didn’t have to escalate. You see, we do this all the time. Arguments about nothing in particular. I am usually the one to back down This time my pride got in the way. A gentle word would have resolved the matter. On my cheek in one swift movement. SLAP! Cheek stinging. Ears ringing. The shame. The shame. A crowd of people gather, their mouths agape. The shock. The shock. If only I had just backed down.
I wrote this poem after watching a scene from Sisters on Netflix.
Originally posted at https://medium.com/ipoetry/the-slap-4e5e8795db6 on December 21, 2020
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