Silent Treatment
The morning sun reflects over the night’s snowfall,
glaring into the motel room.
Mascara smeared eyes open to the unstoppable gloom.
The unapologetic smell of urine and sex
burn dry nostrils, forcing reality.
The night’s lust had muted the abnormalities.
Fishnet stockings on the dingy carpet
pulled on in a rush-
no longer controlled by lust like a lush.
A joint shared, a few laughs and
lies told. Dropped off at your door.
Lonely drive home for a narcissist’s whore.
Tears freezing to skin, unstoppable regret,
self-loathing, knowing that silence
will be earned in the months hence.
-By Tricia Lynn
Wow, this is very great writing and it gives that real feeling of shame and regret- I feel ur pain and anyone could relate in so many ways if they’ve ever felt this bad before over the giving in to who you know would not give the same good grace or oneself to you!