Poetry: La Petit Mort by Alexandra Saba

La Petit Mort

by Alexandra Saba

Glowing
crashing
waves flit
across
the nebulous terrain
of my body.

Aching.
Arching.
Crash.
Echoing ripples
reverbing back
into my surrounding reality.

Warm, white glow
blankets me
lulls me
into sleep,
little slice of death
tingling
tasting sweet.

Alex Saba is a poet and student at CCSF. She enjoys psychedelic trance, dancing in the rain, talking to cats, singing to the moon, and hailing the glow cloud (all hail).

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