poetry

Rehab.

grayscale photo of concrete room

Mercy looks so lost
welling up in your eyes,
like it doesn’t know
where the past ends
and the present begins,
like it doesn’t feel
clean veins pulse
under pocked skin,
like it doesn’t realize
there’s nothing
left to forget
or forgive.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

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7 thoughts on “Rehab.

  1. Excuse me while I pick my teeth up off the floor first.

    This was incredibly hard-hitting. If this was one shade darker we wouldn’t be able to read it, because it’d the pitch-black. The reality of this situation is what makes it difficult to read. Thank you so much for sharing.

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