Buried alive

Buried alive

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
How blind I was

Lovers don't meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

-Rumi-

In the beginning he was in her
and she reflected an ever expanding light,
face to face with love.
He made her see the flash of her own beauty,
removing what she couldn't.
She felt whole and embraced
by an all-encompassing sky.

One night,
he arrived late and the sky fractured,
spitting dead stars, killing the clouds
and the red moon as he squeezed
her wrist, freezing respect in Pluto,
drowning her in Neptune,
sending life to an unknown universe
close to hell.

Hail, Holy Queen,
Mother of Mercy, she prayed
every night when he didn't come
home.
Little by little she forgot the five
Glorious Mysteries. Numb she was.
Sedated she was.

He pruned her like a skillful gardener.
She could have been a cypress
growing along the southern coastline,
resisting time and weather or
maybe a cedar in a shadowy valley.
But little by little her soul eroded.

Hail, Holy Queen,
Mother of Mercy she prays mechanically
before she lies down in her coffin
by his side every single day, withering
as her roots decay and the fiery sky loses
more one star.

Karla Bardanza
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