voices hidden in between lines
as transparent fans veil laughers
and pain.
I know.
But you have always been blind.
You search but what can you find?
So little you have seen: crumbles,
long forgotten wounds, scars on
the surface, traces of me deep
inside your frightened heart.
I closed my eyes.
I feel.
I regret my (in)visibility.
(listen to her, listen to her again)
I regret your collar.
I regret the words you never hear.
What binds us is not pity or pain:
What binds us is so immense, dense,
tense, intense.
What binds us is...but you...
(you feel...you feel...)
Oh! You are so afraid!
But you...you...your own soul betrayed.
Karla Bardanza
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