Cheshire Inn - Poem by maggie signaigo
A once proud hotel I guess
now dated and aged
Served as a host
as I obliged him…her?
Now it is difficult to recall
Love and drugs are strange bedfellows
a chemical induced fantasy
makes for a regrettable reality
the next day…and eternally?
For months he requested
as we smoked and sniffed
“if it feels good when I do it…let her?
Her…Amy…the girl before me
My curiosity and his persistence
marijuana and cocaine…easy to blame
It can’t be my fault…naïve
a good Catholic girl?
Yes, “good” and “Catholic” in the same sentence
Her and him…I watched and I hurt
Her and me…he touched himself
and took pictures…for later
I don’t need them…burned in my memory
When I get to Hell, it will look like that hotel room…I am sure
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