Incident at Motel 6

In a room at the of the road
a day spent in each other's skin
The spouses back home are taking bets
On which one of us would win

But do they even suspect us here
Or do they even care
She just needs an excuse to leave, you said
Pouring your drink with flair

I myself don't get what I want
My husband safe and bored
When he's not out with congregations
Giving himself to the Lord

You pass that shot glass over
Your tongue plays a touch and go game
As the red afternoon sun sets
the window curtains aflame

I open my eyes a few hours later
The room had turned dark brown
Streetlights shining through the shades
Your body not making a sound

My family will look for me, I whispered
But my shaking did not disturb you
So I threw on my clothes and wrote a note
And as I hit the door you said  I heard you

I turned to you to explain
But stood rooted as a tree
For you sat upright in the bed
Pointing a gun at me

I know what you came for, you said
the barrel reflecting your glint
I am not some bored wife's toy
That you can dust off like some lint

What have we been doing, then, you said
Sneaking into each other's beds
Lest we think we let our lusts
Get into each other's heads

The door handle starts to rattle
I hear the trigger go off
I see your wife bleed in my husband's arms
All bets are off

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