Whisper – quadrille for dVerse

Santa Muerte

Stalks round the house

In a bone dry click clack

Pair of red stilettos,

Trailing discarded

Cigarette stubs,

Empty beer cans,

A whisper of dark scent,

Peering in at windows,

Waiting in shadowed

doorways,

Smiling her constant smile

All teeth and eyes.

This is for De at dVerse. Slip in, order quietly and keep the noise down. We’re whispering in the bar tonight.dVerse