Offering

Fists raised high, eyes upward, torso tight

I scream out to the sky

Tears cut through my cheeks like glass

As if to encase me here, to keep me here

A pillar of salt

Life pries open my palms, face up

My hallowed throat fills with song

Cuautitlán Izcalli, your house between the trees

The blood on my knees catches on the hem

A sacrificial thanks on the bitterness of our garments

I beg for stillness, on bended knee, at every corner

His hand is gentle on my hands

As he takes them in his to breathe warm breath

Bringing to life the death in my skin

My moan catches on the air and is led to safety

My feet are hungry

Ready for this pilgrimage

Each ribbon of hope is swiftly pulled back

Spooled tightly before it can lace anything