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
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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