Exodus

She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls,
avoiding linearity,
stretching over
the repulsive night.

i am afraid when her eyes
is a force against me
and release the past in
small clouds of self-pity.

we are together beyond

any human emotion.

maybe we are a knot.

a symbolic union,

maybe.

she's smashed.

i pick up the pieces,

and try to glue 

her dangerous brain.

i can hurt myself:

it's a sharp weapon,

a silenced pistol.

it's her self-flagellation

haunting us.

and as 

the uninvited light of the moon

invades the room taking us

hostage, i shout at her,

shivering inside,

vomiting words

i myself don't believe

anymore

because she's my flesh,

my absolute pain,

the face beneath my face.

karla bardanza

for my daughter:the light of my light

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2016