Dealer's Choice (working title)

We trashed the place. Broken bottles

and tattered curtains.

Down feathers trapped in my ratted hair.

Who knew the s**t-hole could splurge

on real pillows, and not that depressing foam - 

bathed in last night's sorrows and 

this morning's regret?

We trashed the place because we could.

Because that's what you did when you were chasing the dragon

up and down

and sideways and

upside down. 

Who knew that at the end of the chase

we would find a piece of truth?

For all our screaming, crying,

and howling, 

to be seen, known,

remembered...

for all of that, 

the blinding clarity and the nugget of 

bald fact it holds 

is devastating. 

We are wasted and wasting away 

our s****y lives trashing motel rooms - that have already 

seen a dead body or two - and hiding

amongst the decay

because the fear of life 

has prevented us from living. 

Author's Note

title suggestions are always welcome. i'm terrible with titles.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I guess you could title it "Trashing Society" or "Trashing a Life". I really enjoyed this piece! It made me imagine a bunch of teens just trashing places, like abandoned homes & stuff. Just living a night like it was their last. Very independent & not caring about anything else but the moment they were in.