15 years of closed doors
and unspoken needs,
she still tastes
blood on her lips
every time she unties
her knot
and bites down,
looking for release.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
15 years of closed doors
and unspoken needs,
she still tastes
blood on her lips
every time she unties
her knot
and bites down,
looking for release.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
This poem is masterful, or mistressful, in its wrapping up more than can be wrapped up in such a short, punchy package. I am not clear on the relationship between the poem and the picture attached to it, but ignoring the pic I am filled with pictures, even stories, by reading the lines, each line adding a dimension to the ‘dementia’ of stuck unbelonging that is converyed. Lovely hurt, this. Thanks.
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