He smiles himself dead,
finally tasting her rain
dripping from windows—
they found him wide eyed and wet,
her wild hair jammed down his throat.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
He smiles himself dead,
finally tasting her rain
dripping from windows—
they found him wide eyed and wet,
her wild hair jammed down his throat.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
That first line really grabs your attention
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I love the surprise brutality, after the classic calm.
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I liked this a lot, beautifully dark.
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Interesting- where’s the rest? Want to read
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Interesting take…
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Creepy good
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Stunning!
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Wow. Like like.
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