Samantha Withers

Her worth

She hides her pain well with red lipstick and a smile she forces to reach her eyes, with a laugh that booms and blossoms around your soul, loud enough to trick you. The tears that flow are made to seem like it’s from the joke you told rather than the sadness which consumes her. She excuses herself and heads to the bathroom but just before she reaches the door, after she’s certain you’re no longer watching her walk away she ducks out and runs towards the exit. She can’t do this, can’t sell herself short and pretend like her body is less important than whatever payment she might receive from you.