Cheap Therapy

Forgotten something

What was it?

My low self-esteem


At the door

To my hotel room

I am

Naked now

For days on end

A squidgy dough

Ex stress ball

Of a body

Softly stroked

Warm skin

Walking about


Or quilt wrapped

Snug in my skin

I am a squishy bride

A gorgeous marshmallow

In this hotel room

I wish I could stay

It is the cheapest therapy

I’ve found


This is kind of a longer version of a poem I wrote about the exact same hotel room, but on a different holiday. Read ‘Marshmallow’ here

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