Singular

by Karla   May 20, 2015


When she cried
her eyes were shut hard
as if she were looking inside,
comteplating something indescribable.
i think she owns immense deserts,
immense hours.

it was a reliquary
to see her tears.
flooding the room,
irrigating my pain
because it is not easy
to watch her summoning
dragons, climbing paper stairs,
being herself.

strange things happen
when she menaces my certanties
and she has no right
to be less than she is.

but her tears shaped my heart
and nothing can be more beautiful
than what she did to me.

karla bardanza

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    This is one of those writes which is personal to the writer and only the writer knows the message behind it/the story. An event that has happened for only the writer and the one you wrote to would know. Which leaves us readers to wonder about it. I also like the images coming out from the second stanza...nicely penned.

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