A heart.

person standing near door jamb

On a Sunday evening
she noticed mold growing
within the divots and cracks
of this old rotted thing

plucked from her chest
by her own hand
she buried it in the trash
alongside burnt letters
and bad eggs,
muttering to herself
that it was too rancid
to keep.

© Nancy Botta, 2018


14 thoughts on “A heart.

  1. My son once left his very expensive dental retainer in cup on the table at a Cub Scout breakfast banquet and it got thrown out. My wife and son and I went through the dumpster at the church for an hour before we found it. It is amazing how disgusting the left over sausage and syrup from sweet little Cub Scouts can become when left to simmer in dark place in the Southern sun for a mere hour. But it was worth it when we found it. We rinsed and sanitized it real good before he used it again. Hope she finds her heart. Beautifully descriptive piece. 🙋🏻‍♀️

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