A flash and a click,
And I felt sick.
My eyes darted around
In search of that terrible sound.
“Sweetheart in another pose please,
And stop being such a tease.”
I looked around at the couple with a smile,
At how love made everything seem worthwhile.
I slowly averted my gaze,
As my memories were ablaze.
When a flash and a click
And my hair I would flick.
A smile and a pout,
My heart clear, with no doubt.
He’d walk over and grin,
And say I was a beautiful sin.
A flash and a click,
It always did the trick.
I’d smile through my tears,
Unaware it would be the reason for my fears.
As I lay fast asleep,
He clicked away like a creep.
A loud thud, and a bang,
Then the door bell rang.
A click click, and a flash,
Into my room I made a dash.
I was plastered on every page,
Of every website I was the rage.
All I wanted was to die,
But I walked with my head held high.
A few months and I was forgotten,
Replaced by news more rotten.
But now a flash and a click,
And I turn into a brick.
Another flash and a click,
And I still can’t stop feeling sick.
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About the author:
Shirisha Pothapragada is an architect by profession. She is also a writer, and poetry is her forte. Shirisha has the unique talent of expressing emotions on social issues while maintaining the dichotomy in her poems.