And in dreamland
I traipse
with leaden feet
Frightened
of my reality
Awake
when I’m asleep
© Kait King, 2015
feet
Here, take the knife
Carve the edges off your haunting pain
With time as sharp as a knife
the moments slide by in an agonizing grind
You’ll have this moment for the rest of your life
My feet sunk deep in a cement grip of permanence
a ball and chain of grief connects my soul to the earth
My bones and skin just vehicle remnants
My soul will have rebirth
© Kait King, 2015
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