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Winter towel
That weekend before New Year,
Freezing, numb, snowy and Grey,
And it turned pitch dark at night,
Winter brimming full,
Overflowing those fizzy bubbles,
Cocktail mood.
That night.
She took a hot shower.
And looked at her frizz free hair ,
In the bathroom mirror,
Poetic eyes and brow
A smile slowly curved up her
Balmed lips.
The lights flickered.
Followed by a muffled shriek.
It was day 1 of the year new,
But it was still the old year
For her.
The body in the tub.
Cocktailed with love.
