Day in the life of Regret

February 9, 2018
By Anonymous

Regret lay in an unfamiliar bed
Hungover from the previous night

As she stumbles into the bathroom
She clutches her side
She flicks on the blinding light

Regret looks in the dull mirror

Along her sickly ribs is a stock tattoo of an owl
Dozens of memories coat her body

She dons her dirty armor
And ventures back out into the world

The author's comments:

I was and still am unsure about what exactly motivated me to write this poem. I remember having a clear picture of regret as a character. It was almost vivid. 

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