Anguish stretches over the unkind chasm

as the unmoved clouds echo wounds.

Drops of bleeding doubts plot against the sky,

calling the red moon to quieten the words.

A melancholic lullaby envelopes the universe

cheating dreams and possibilities, tattoeing

prophecies behind the stars.

She hides stains in her eyes.

Peace shall live today as she walks barefoot

to get the razor, writing a story in media res.

The beginning never prevails when despair

darts what is in between lines.

She might find the right metaphor

to explain her persona.

But at least her symphony of forgetfulness shall end

for silence is the perfect answer when there is no answer,

when there is no voice.

Karla Bardanza

In medias res or medias in res (into the middle of things) is a Latin phrase denoting the literary and artistic narrative technique wherein the relation of a story begins either at the mid-point or at the conclusion, rather than at the beginning (cf. ab ovo, ab initio), establishing setting, character, and conflict via flashback and expository conversations relating the pertinent past.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

She searches for her tracks in words blown in the wind,

embroidering her steps carelessly, just she with herself.

Something in her soul wants the benefit of doubt, a

possible magic, maybe a Being-There.

There is a crazy voice in the air,

there are torn moons in this insane

quest for what transcends and defeats her,

Something opens a new door, something is

an unanswered question.

Her fate has no hands, her eyes were gouged out

as she tried to see her own darkness, her steps are

immersed in delirium and blood.

She sees through this one who surprises

and dwells in her mind though. Maze inside,

she is beyond any control.

Incompleteness, pieces of her dreams scattered somewhere,

her weak human condition sees what is over the edge

as her meaning craves for coherence. She is lost in

language. She is a metaphor.

Karla Bardanza