• I’m not afraid of death per say

    "I am not afraid of the dark,"
    pulses steadily out into the hall,
    a fluff-filled guardian
    squashed in my baby-grip.

    "I am not afraid of spiders,"
    cries out across the yard.
    Hands pose as Superman,
    knees playing tambourines.

    "I am not afraid of needles,"
    drips down into nearby ears.
    Coughing, I assert that I simply
    cannot give blood with a cold.

    "I am not afraid of heights,"
    Crawls forward across the abyss.
    My back is straight and confident,
    my feet are inching backwards.

    "I am not afraid of death,"
    slides out across my life.
    Nonetheless, I never forget to
    buckle my seatbelt.