I so wish
I could have
been a better mum
But he still loves me
anyway
I see the photo
next to me
Colors blue and grey
you and I
Not much to spend
but time
and he still loves me
anyway
I feel I may have
failed you in
too many ways
to count
In spite of that
you are a beautiful
soul
and you still love me,
anyway
Kait King 16/7/2018
It’s like
an unsticky web
how things
fall into my
head
Nothing ever
really gets
filtered out
Thoughts are
thrown at me
in a shout
Yeah, it is
pretty clear
something’s going
on here
Each inky
black thought
casting
immeasurable doubt
It even surprises
me
with the words
that I spout
Who wrote
those things?
Evil awful
creepings
Friends ask
Where on Earth
did you find
this out?
Why would
you write such
horrid things?
It gives pause
for thought
and doubt
© Kait King, 2016
I look into
your face
of Evil
You choke
me out
twice
You carry
a kill pack
at all times
You may need
a knife
to slice
It takes
a certain
kind of person
to feel at
home in
a stranger’s
house
You creep
around
the sleeping
hound
as quiet as
a mouse
Your glinting
blade
catches the
light
from a night
lamp
in a little
boy’s room
You stand
and watch
him breathing
while hiding
in the
gloom
Kait King 2021
I trace the shape of you
with my eyes
with my hands
with my lips and tongue
I trace the shape of you
in my mind
in my heart
in my very being I let you sit
I trace the shape of you but
will not carve you in stone
The shape of you moves
the shape of you changes so
I will not carve you in stone
© Kait King, 2017
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