In the dark

No sound opens the walls
and lies down in the room.

a half-dead bed sighs in the corner,
an awkward pause of hopelessness.
holds the moment.

cold cabinets and curtains sleep.
it is a slow night,
it is the first day of freedom
and starvation.

she who had forgotten the gifts of flying 
a long time ago, hid behind
her own shadow,
contemplating the imprecise rings 
on the chair.

and for a time that even the clocks despise, 
she reread a suicide note
with eyes longing for
perishing things and falling words.

karla bardanza

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