She was drunk.
Lip gloss stained beyond the limits of her mouth.
Skimpy polyester blouse
Clingy, plunging
Nude push up bra, worn, faded, peeking through
Pitiful cleavage
She was lonely.
Designer jeans not intended for a forty year old body.
Flashy sequined pockets
Tight, MILF-Y
Jewels glistening crushed hopes and dreams
Muffin top
She was loud.
Whispering secrets to anyone who would listen
Sloppy drunken kisses
Unzipping, careless
Mouth, hands, body pressed to strange men
Shameful regret
She was hurt.
Empty and hollow like the dirt hitting the box.
Cold, wintery day
No goodbyes
There were no farewell kisses
Unanswered cries
Red wine is elegant.
Red wine is sophisticated.
Red wine one bottle, too many
She was living life.
Cabs and drinks, Strangers and dancing clubs
Cigarettes and lipstick
Room 141
The night fades away
Three boys
Twelve, eight and five
Mommy will be home soon.
…until again