Loss, whether death or the end of a great love affair, can haunt us for eternity. And muddy our existence until we heal. This is one of those pieces that just gets you right in the heart. Thanks, Nancy.

You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…
but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
The last three lines contain haunting imagery. 🔥
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Amazing piece!
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Yes! 😊
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cut out
reasons why
i follow my instincts
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Outstanding post
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