The Red Rum of Santa Muerte by AzraelDarkAngel540, literature
Literature
The Red Rum of Santa Muerte
Bones are blurred 'neath a blanket of tears
all the while I've been bored
staring at a snaking procession
of the Santa Muerte.
A pastiche of devotees stutter
out their cobbled prayers;
the red rum weighs down on my stomach
the drink wakes up the snake.
I don't share their sweating pilgrimage,
the shivering prayer
from their dusty feet to a gruel
of swaying hands propped up.
Bones are burned 'neath a blanket of fears
all the while I've been gnawed
staring at a snaking procession
of the Santa Muerte.
Their devotion makes me despise them
- that at least is my wish.
I am drawn by their subsonic moan
the subtle screech of trust.