She would cry,
but at twelve
she stuffed her eyes
with all the silica packets
and mothballs she could find,
whenever she locked herself
inside her mother’s empty closet.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
Mothballs.
She would cry,
but at twelve
she stuffed her eyes
with all the silica packets
and mothballs she could find,
whenever she locked herself
inside her mother’s empty closet.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
Rusted Honey 
Beautifully done, Rusted Honey.
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Nudges the poet. More
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Haunting. Makes sense in a 12 year old way.
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You are the master of creating images that tell a story, Nancy!
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Hit home. Well done
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