Heels

[Barbito]

Heels
 
After four days of teetering around on stilettos
draped in furs and diamonds
going to all the most glamorous events and parties,
rubbing elbows with A-listers
she didn't want to look at the foot
of the bed when she awoke
fearful she would find a crime scene.
She didn't dare try to stand by herself.
Where was that damn man
when you needed him
he'd certainly used her enough
(not that you could tell).
She couldn't get to her purse
where she kept her pain relievers 
and there was no damn alcohol at hand…
possibly room service
would get her the help she needed:
show some skin, hint at a promise.
She'd do anything for relief,
but no more damn heels.  
 
 
Erthona

©2015

As I read this poem the only thing that comes to mind is " one night stand" and its dangers as encountered by a lady who lives a countionless lavish lifestyle.
I don't understand, what really causes her pain? If it left for the reader to find out, and it is the writers intention then it is good. But what is the cause of the pain because I have quite a few possibilities, emotional suffering like loneliness "Where was that damn man
when you needed him" or physical pain caused by abuse of that man "She couldn't get to her purse
where she kept her pain relievers".
Well it seems like both.
Like how this line was put, "(not that you could tell)." I think every (most) lady has a side of story like this, but no body really knows.