The only legacy was her beauty
that her husband said she had and owned
like a birthright no one can take
away from her although he
partook of the heirloom
before she gathered
there was a storm
silently
growing
still;
he
did not
tell her till
it dawned on her
that his heart was ill
because ravaged by fear
that he did not have the time
to mend the fences he had built
but broke around her while she choked on
his indiscretions all admitted: dead.
Abraham de la Torre
