wild horses took my pen away

Written by: Anna Ruiz

the poet's pen
shades my eyes
stabs deep rivers
into morning sun
rivers of light
pouring down my back

Mercurian mind is tricked by
hands that draw the bow
the arrow poisoned
and dipped in time
flying towards an earthen bowl

everything is turned inward
and no one sees the comedy
inherent in its tragedy

eggshells crack
spider spit dimensions
stick like glue
my snow white hair hurling in space
the clock strikes nine twenty-two
and soon is gone
another door opens
another day ends