She Shivers

Holographic sequins
Tingles and salutes
My stage
Tinted with blush
Her alluring voice,
Trapped
Under that treacherous world
Of chuckling cacophonies.

Inside
She plays an octave,
An octave that blisses,
And hisses
For her journey
Of shooting stars.

She shivers,
Like a chick,
Hiding behind
An underdog of discos.