One night
she came home alone
and slumped into
a dozen throw pillows
clustered like fungi
on her floral couch—
face down in polyester,
everything smelled like
musty lavender,
wilted bra straps,
and the wandering musk
of a man gone astray.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
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Such depth in writing with the use of minimal words is a commendable art you possess lady!
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Very expressive 😍
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Wow incredible.
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Hurtful night
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Well written!!!
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Wonderful images.
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This is fantastic.
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this is written well! i’ve nominated you for a Sunshine Blogger Award. You can check out my post here: https://loverrpoet.home.blog/2019/09/19/the-sunshine-blogger-award/
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Oh my goodness, this is stellar!
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Incredible image you create here, complete with smells. Sensory pleasure!
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