My eyes stalk headlights
glancing through curtains,
I pluck my eyebrows
until they bleed,
I finger fuck my phone
into the small hours of night
and stare down his body
supine, vulnerable, fast asleep.
He’s pale like a fish
abandoned by the river,
and I do not know what to do
with those brown eyes
asking, always asking me,
what have we done to each other?
After the final thud
I had to remind myself
only the birds will know—
the soil will soak up the blood
worms will take the rest,
I’ll wash my hands in the river
and burn any thought of him
to the ground.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
again the force of your words is amazing to behold
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dark, dark, dark
But not so dark
that forensics are blind
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Surprise ending… dark!
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“what have we done to each other?” indeed! Sounds like the sure and certain death of a relationship in the literal sense…
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Catching my breath after this…well done.
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You are so talented!!! Gorgeous and Powerful writing!
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Thank you!
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Oh my, Nancy, I was not expecting that last bit. Very good!
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