“Coward, Coward,” She Utters

Under a clear sky and a bright moon, In front of the Agave Azul with a friend, Guacamole with chips and a tipple was the intent. A conversation about life soon turns bleak. “Coward, coward,” she utters about herself. Irrigating eyes with every sentence, Recalling years of agony as a child and young woman, Life…

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