Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

I push my fingers into her slightly damp hair and kiss her harder, but she makes a noise and pulls back, then places her cold fingers over my mouth before saying, “Gently. It…hurts.” She points at the bruise on the left side of her face, and my chest contracts. “Of course.” I attempt at kissing her softly. “I’m sorry,” I breathe, then part her lips before slowly running my tongue along hers.

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