She cut the wrists quickly while
she was watching the soap opera at 8 o'clock
and silence could think more than it should.
She did it without looking back,
without paying mind to what she was doing.
She cut the wrists of her dream
and bled only poetry.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011
Resignation is what evolves here. One of leaving behind a dream and walking into reality through poetry. I loved this! tc
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