I have already packed my regrets
They were too bulky for this Muscovite hotel room
My shame still lies on the bed next to you
So I must turn away and avoid your icy blue eyes—that burn holes in my skin
I glance outside and notice the first snow of the season
Every flake a drop of bleach to my spirit , a dose of repentance
Now what we’ve done here all weekend long no longer feels so wrong
The garden across the street disappears under a duvet of white
So does my mortification and my frostbitten guilt
My luggage light, I’ll fly back to London with memories of you and a conscience expunged
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Lily Séjor
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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I glance outside and notice the first snow of the season!! - Well Done!!!
love this. "my luggage light" YES
A great perspective to take. I wanna know more of what happened in the "during" and the "after." Curiosity may have killed the proverbial cat, but I'm pretty sure I could live with the details 😁 Thank you for writing and sharing!
Very well written.