You are not Bad
waiting to be
Evil,
but Evil
waiting to be
Free
You have made
a deal with
the Devil
and it consumes
your Spirit
completely
You haven’t striven
to be
Better
It has never even
crossed
your Mind
I just Hope
they catch You
real quick
And you spend
your Life
doing Time
© Kait King, 2017
crime
Kidnapped
You’re bundled
into a car
you don’t know
where you are
You can hear the
indicator blinking
And it triggers your
panicky thinking
You try to count wildly
at something
Knowing ultimately
that this isn’t helping
trying to remember
the twists and bends
Wondering how on Earth
will this all end
© Kait King, 2015
Your Design
The design
of the twine
led us
to your crime
The footprint
there below
showed us
where to go
Your fingerprint
on the door
the blood spatter
your hair
and more
The tooth marks
on her thigh
will direct us
to our guy
A hair that fell
out of your head
the semen
and sweat
on the bed
We can tell
you were there
by the print
of your ear
As you tried to hear
so much more,
lent against
the stained glass door
© Kait King, 2015
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