Vulnerable

vulnerable

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

What’s wrong with you

mary bell

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

It doesn’t really matter

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

It’ll pass

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