
My lifetime
a blink in history
it may as well all be
in my head
Love strings
playing with
my heart
already
too much has
been said…
© Kait King, 2015

My lifetime
a blink in history
it may as well all be
in my head
Love strings
playing with
my heart
already
too much has
been said…
© Kait King, 2015

Mary Bell
what the hell
at ten
was inside your head?
To choke a
little boy of 3
until he’s stone
cold dead
And then to carve
your name in him
the initials MB
in his chest
Did you want everyone
to know
that this work
was your best?
I know your mother
was a prostitute
and she did terrible
things to you
And is she the one
responsible
for making you
into you?
Others have
an even sadder tale
and are left with
deep scars too
but others haven’t
needed to kill
or do the things
you do.
© Kait King, 2015
So very close to me
you look
on my inside
and I think it doesn’t matter
So very close to me
you breathe
on my outside
and I think it doesn’t matter
Then I’m alone
pictures fall in my head
I shut my eyes so tight
and lie lost in my bed
wishing you were here
so very close to me
and I know…
it really doesn’t matter
any more
© Kait King, 2015
Temporarily insane
playing your little game
partly furnished
inside my head
only not working
if I should be dead
Temporarily out of order
please excuse the mess
you’ve caught me on an off day
How can I be my best?
© Kait King, 2015