So there I was
guts out, making a scene,
hanging off the balcony
waiting to leave.
I knew I’d been low
for far too long,
I peeled off my face
and said it’s all wrong.
I tried telling you
I lost the plot again,
now I slow dance to death
with eyes wide open.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
you play with dark so well!
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Love the last stanza.
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nicely written. I feel like I can read between the lines on this one.
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🦋 Very vivid. Nice one.
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You manage to bring a darker, inner soul with this characterization. I need to read again and allow the words to continue sinking in.
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Wow, scary-strong.
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Visceral!
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This one is scary emotional! Very gripping, Nancy.
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Nice piece, I am going to reblog this one for you Ma’am.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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