La Petite Mort Poem by Kali Rose Stewart

Oh, I do long to slink through the dark of your heart's alley;
(Embrace) the right-wrong between.

Seek the corridor wherein a cellar door awaits
Find rest in the shadows of your morgue….
Skulk mausoleums of drawers
filled with secrets hushed and worries forgotten
(the lips all lifeless but mine)
No one will disturb me here.
I can safely confide among the bones of f-fellow souls
af-float in e-ternity…
H-hide until I c-cease….
F-f-f-freeze.