words

she is draped in white,
promising the renaissance
and if i grasp her hand
and close my eyes
she’ll take me there with open heart,
away from the broken earth
and its broken homes.

she spins just like a music box,
a clock encased in glass
smiling at the promise she gives
while all the bones around us
turn to ash and dust,
we are safe in here.

i see a break in the glass
and through her tender lies
i see a black horse
who i know beyond knowing
will search for me for all eternity
and yet it is better to ride with it
than to stay inside with her.

-S.C. Martinez