Cheap shots

Cheap shots

by: Juansky

She wakes every morning

Like a butterfly

But at the end of the day

She cannot fly

She feeds the birds

But there is no desire

On thinking with wisdom

What she did last night

The tongue of her friend

Still tastes in her mouth

The scent of a wolf

Impregnates her blouse

She answers no phone calls

And she is not relaxed

The flashbacks torment her

While the water runs down

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