Demon –
Call me Frightalicious
Ghouls and Trolls
Ghosts and Monsters alike
Scaring, creeping, screaming death
Freaking the fuck out
of your night
Don’t start breathing
Hold it in
The Beasts of Evil
Burned like Sin
thumping heart, frightened mind
trembling like the child inside
Don’t you let them –
Not this time…
© Kait King, 2015
I’ve chosen not to wear my grief and despair
like shards of broken glass or snapped razor blades
on my less-than-me person
I’ve chosen not to hurt others although my pain has
an enormous capacity for imagination or
is that fantasist?
Dissociation, dissonance, disappointment –
I can use it to carve my poor heart a poorer shape
Should I?
I’ve chosen not to
This pain would hurt less
but I don’t need for others to feel
I would rather shelter and protect
Keep safe and trapped those imaginary
demons – who will come to hover like eye-poking
vultures in their scruffiness as I lie here
in the night
Keeping that evil, seeping, energy-sucking
succubus of hurt from me
Arms length – keeping strength
and land stretches towards me
the sand and sea – it pulls away
living is movement, not breathing
and earth ties me to a life of dirt
Sunshine and lollipops –
a distraction
merely a time-waster
ball-breaker, man-hater, life-taker
I’ve chosen not to…
© Kait King, 2015
I have a notion
that your emotion
is not just a session
of dark depression
but a mark on your heart
like a bite from a shark
missing pieces never found
and this is why you’ve gone to ground
I can guess
you don’t see this as a test
but an evil calculation
to distract you from your destination
A calculated move
to jig you outta your groove
But the world is not against you
just try on the other shoe
it’s not that hard to do
and if you walk a decent mile
you might cry but you might smile
ain’t it worth it in the end
if you find you’re your best friend
So don’t knock yourself so hard
you’re not stupid or a retard
We are all given different gifts
And as we live our outlook shifts
from continental rifts
to continental drifts
we figure it’s not just about ourselves
that there are no Christmas elves
and that you need to really care
for everything
if you want to get along here
© Kait King, 2015
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