Handprints on her back

Marking where he's been, what he's touched

His signature slapped onto her skin

Like tawdry sinful wings

Bites on her neck

Juicy red strawberries on white skin

Hidden beneath the misplaced scarf

Whispering her infidelities

Guilt on her brain

She called it a business meeting

He called it a family emergency

Lies are only amplified through the telephone

The ache in her throat

She wants to tell him, she really does

It's over, she swears to herself

Promises are broken on the same hotel bedsheets

His voice in her ear

His hands on her shoulders

His heart in her hands

The satisfying noise it makes when she breaks it