The neon clock reads 3am.
Its dim light makes the grey specs
of carpet turn to embers.
My heart in my throat, I look
at him. He is at peace.
I smile, but shudder,
knowing tomorrow will bring reprimand.
Everything I once believed has faded.
Love is not sin. Passion is not sin.
I am a hypocrite and shall pay my price.
I am glad to pay it. He resurrected me.
They will loathe me for this,
for I have loved an enemy
and I'm now a traitor.














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