I can barely fathom
what you did to me-
struck down,
on my hands and knees again.
You’ve made it too complicated
for me to let go-
cowering,
you heard me sobbing for air.
I no longer belong to you
but these tremors remain-
a fist,
lodged in my third eye.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
Enough! I making yours one of the very rare blogs I subscribe to by email.
How I now feel concern for your future tranquility should I become a regular commentator. But then, not too concerned — I realize you artists must suffer for your art.
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