she had all eternity
before her.
Words still lay on her
tongue, stirring a quiet
pain, awakening a thousand
ghosts.
(but she was an immaculate petal)
She had built a wall around
her to face the sky. Stones
of hatred cemented her soul
to the ground.
She was a creature without
wings.
(She had a limited sight of the stars)
Who would dare reconcile
the moon with her dreams
when the substance was
hard?
In captivity, he watched
her with half-closed eyes,
outside himself.
Within a seed, a thousand
flowers were sleeping gently
waiting for the wind to
reverse its direction.
Karla Bardanza
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