The Day She Slapped Her Dog


The day her dog growled and jumped

on her,

he slashed her knee.

His paws drew blood

from her skin,

leaving behind three scarlet lines.

Her leg stung and

she hit the dog’s face.

It threw him off his paws

and he lay there whining.

When he regained his balance

he crawled next to her,

rested his head on her lap,

apologizing wordlessly.

She stroked him softly

under his drooping brown ears.

She was reminded of the day

she called her sister a bitch.

The day the hard rubber of her mother’s chappal

left an imprint on her skin.

She was reminded of her mother

stroking her forehead

while the skin on her own face

burned with awakened blood.


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