Horrocide

Death by fright
3 am in the night
when slimy things
crawl with evil
intention
where Coffin Flies fly
and the sky is a scar
that’s all you get to look at
not to mention
a stinking mattress and
a heavy clanking chain
she saw what he did to the other girls’ brain
A frantic
frenzied
desperate head
pleading, begging, wishing
to be dead
Haunting
hurting
watching eyes
that cut glass with spite
coming for you
strangling life
killing you with fright

© Kait King, 2015

When it’s time – it’s time

I’m not looking

for somebody else

I just want to

see you

I completed your

lie detector test

and everything I say

is true

There is no rhyme

or reason

to why we feel

this way

but this won’t

be successful

with all the games

you play

I really want to

believe you

but I think

I’ve been

a fool

I just want to

keep silent –

with you

I’ll lose

my cool

So I cry

quietly

in my pillow

in the night

Knowing things

are ending

Knowing things

aren’t right

Knowing that

no matter what

you don’t love me

the same

I’ll be the one

at night

alone, I’ll cry

your name

© Kait King, 2015

Sparrow Babies

Tiny and Tinier 2014

Tiny and Tinier 2014

A cove

a sparrow’s trove

of palely speckled eggs

a fluff of feathers

incompetent wings

and skinny wobbly legs

A dangerous night

or maybe it’s two

you spend upon the ground

all alone

but then the sun comes up

and warms your spirit

and you fly yourself off home

© Kait King, 2015

knuckle-bite-fright

warped, crippled
twisted and blackened
my monsters will be set free
decrepit, decayed,
barren of soul
sit here or there
and all will see
Damaged, Dangerous,
Dark and Fright
my monsters travel day or night

bad dreams,

bad thoughts,

dark dreams,

No light –

not all is as it seems

with knuckle-bite fright….

© Kait King, 2015

Demon, call my name

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