The little Death

To give myself into the squeeze

The squelch of suffering in an unconscious plain of despair

The utter absence of light or dark

The gray sweltering inside my guts

I found the little death

As I rode the expedition of mortal sin

Sun diving into my pores like a gregarious whore

That reflected my desire

My utterly irrational desire

My fears locked in a naked room

That was like vomit inside crystal

Wrapped in tight plastic and fool’s gold

I found your little death like a chokehold

You choke me you drew out all of my memories like a pointed sieve you killed me you gave me infinite drops of blood in your water

Losing my soul in between your legs

Like a broken piece of clothing you cannot take off

Little death, little death

You’re in me forevermore