The After Effect of Her Kiss

Summary

The After Effect of Her Kiss explores unexpected consequences of intimacy—where passion, regret, and hidden truths collide in haunting reflection.

The after effect of her kiss appeared almost instantly. In my eyes the aftermath of her surprise kiss showed itself and has constantly affected my vision. Attempting to alleviate myself of her presence has been like trying to drench the portals of hell with my tears. I find no rest from a particular undefined she has given me. I was caught off guard. I did not expect the assault of her lips. They had an immeasurable container of watery eyes in store for me.

Time can be stretched like an elastic. In its stretch, she placed a kiss on me. It makes a mockery of the term short-term. A kiss coats my eyes with a milky haze. It constantly reminds me of the importance of grasping what is obscure. This ability is essential for maintaining a healthy life. Leave me alone, you kiss of whatever and give me a deserved rest from wiping my eyes. Let me spend just one minute of the day or of the night in visionary peace.

This is a true tale that demonstrates the absolute validity of the well-worn phrase forget-me-not. A surprise kiss hits unexpectedly. It defies what is reasonably and logically expected from someone promoting themselves as the definition of affectionate. Her unexpected kiss makes the top of the undesirable list. It intruded unfortunately upon my face. A life changing kiss perpetrated from the wayward side of oral hygiene is what she gave me.

Almost instantly the harmful effect of a misplaced kiss started drooling from my eyes. A pillar of salt can’t evoke the anguish that I feel as I constantly wipe my eyes. Watery without any regard to the feeling of sorrow that teary eyes show. Purulent drainage becomes hard during the night. It can be pulled away from the eyes like a long thread. Medical professionals speculate about the cause. They guess about what is producing the effect. I can tell them it is a kiss. This kiss produces a thick, milky fluid that unrelentingly oozes from my eyes.

One should always be on guard. Injury and damage can come without warning. They can originate from anything. With an unexpected kiss she tattooed me with an unbroken stream of continuously flowing muck more fitting for the sewage than my eye lids. Saliva, heavily armored with torment was her weapon of choice that she inflicted on me without an avenue for relief. But I appeal not to charity for charity does not contain mercy and mercy does not operate in the venue of relief.

I endure the ignominious side effect of a surprise kiss. It struck me like a meteor from a far distant world of oral hygiene gone amok. Live with the consequences of her kiss I must because doctors and over-the-counter products have been of no avail. Let her kiss be placed on no one else.