Killing Kathleen

Her right hand spilled the blood of the left.

She was weak; the vulnerable have no place

In the decaying chambers of my heart.

 

 

She lay still while emotion molested her

Scarred and trembling body; bloody mirror.

Kathleen must learn the error of desire.

 

 

I finger the gaping bullet wound

Where lead pierced my soul; now there's

metal in my flesh...and Metal in my blood.

(My cold poisoned blood...)

 

 

Kathleen sawed letters off her name.

Kathleen sawed my three letters into skin.

I want torture; I don't want love.

I don't want to be

Fucked over by your infected affections.

 

 

Die Kathleen; I am your guardian demon.

Reviews

[gabrielle]

so dark. so chilling... i must say, your poetry is effective that way.

[Rob Santana]

F****n eh man!!! Every line the whole poem is my favourite...You are a MAD GENIUS WRITER!!! You have so many writings I can't keep up,haha. Helluva job here Kat. I WANT TORTURE I DON'T WANT LOVE!!!!!!!

[KatDarkness]

Thank you! :)