
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
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