Suicide – is it really a free ticket out?

Suicide

With a delicate stillness

and a quiet noise

with porcelain perfection

and perfect China poise

the body is supine

lying dead on the floor

supine in exsanguination

a choice to become Death’s whore

Ruby red your favourite colour

you wear it very well

although I won’t see you out much

a story we will tell

Did you get off scot-free?

Did you truly escape?

Or will you have to pay your dues

and return to this landscape…

© Kait King, 2015

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The Rut

The rut black-hole-star-sucking

My laugh is empty –

it’s lost it’s guts

I feel myself falling

into one of those ruts

That long

dark hole

I think I’ll never come back from

That “odd-one-out” feeling

that I really don’t belong

© Kait King, 2016