You used to sit on her alter
the alter by the round window facing east
The bright siesta sun shining through its baked, white corners.
Its rays illuminated Guadalupe and the mountains of flaming candle wax surrounding her
Sarita would pray
To lift her from out of this misery, healthpeaceloveandmoneywellbeinghappinessand success
in all but
A swift whisper.
Guadalupe stared back silently while Sarita ended her prayer with a kiss to
The sun’s beams began to dim
Dim, dim, dim, dim…
A venom crept up in every crevice of Sarita’s body.
The flaming glow dwindled into a darker shadow
Each and every day.
With a swift gust
Only white rocks of silence remained.
The moon replaced the sun
And alone in darkness Guadalupe stood.
Sarita turned blue
She, a blue clown on the day of the dead
Submerged in a world of orange and gold rays, a bright beacon ahead
Guarding her from evil spirits, like a shield on her back
guiding her with every step,
in this new world
with a new light.