Knee deep
in a black pool
you dredge up
a string of pearls
for my neck
and a clutch of shells
for my silence
after we danced around
the violence in my heart
and the cruelty of you hands.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Knee deep
in a black pool
you dredge up
a string of pearls
for my neck
and a clutch of shells
for my silence
after we danced around
the violence in my heart
and the cruelty of you hands.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
Wow deep and dark, love it.
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I like the clarity and the focus with which you write. I’m not the biggest fan of “dark” writing but it’s often necessary.
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Thank you!
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