Do you think

She stretches her arms across his chest

Do you think they know? About us?

She lays back, drunk on love, freedom, autonomy

Small fingers on a dirty shaft, she drives it down and down

Honey, she says, You're staining the sheets

She rises and washes her scarlet-stained hands in the shit-stained hotel sink

From the bathroom, I love you, dear

He is silent; he loves her too

As blood drips onto the thin, cardboard carpet