The Stink 💩

Slow to process-

Slow to speak-
Think, think, think-
Words Excrete. 
Putrid odor;
So to speak. 
Take it back-
It still reeks. 
Perfume the doom-
With pleasant toiletries. 
Eat the stink-

Or just brush your teeth.
Think, think, think. 
Before you speak. 
CMK✨

O. C. D. 😹 (So so Many!)

I don’t like cats. I’m a dog person. 
But for some odd reason-
There were so many of them!
Their cages were filthy. 
They reeked of swine. 
We HAVE to clean them up!
Before people come by!
One by one-
Put two here;
Bleach the mess-
There you go Kit-
Back in there. 
So so Many!
Onto the next!
Looking back to the first-
There again,
Is that mess. 
Put them together!
Clean it again!
So so many!
Did we even begin?
Who’s bathing them!?
I’ll do the cages-
What just happened?!
“One has escaped us!”
I see you little one-
Don’t go outside;
But of course you would. 
“The world will kill you!”
I cried. 
But I caught you; Little yellow-
With the brown stripes. 
“Pikachu,” I called you;
No difference in size. 
Tiny troubled critter-
I got you new litter!
But you wanted me to see-
The field, that’s outside. 
So SO MANY!
Kittens would hide-
Tall grass and short;
Trees and their sides. 
It got fun, that quick. 
The dogs, I so loved-
Were chasing the kittens-
“Run Pika! Run!”
And then in the horses!
Cats would even hide!
Faces in their mane-
Couldn’t get that one-
I tried. 
CMK✨
**No animals were harmed in the making of this dream. ***

B. C. 🥉👤

I have a theory about ‘Death.’

Also known as “Unknown.”
I am not an expert, by any means-
But these are my experiences, alone. 
The last thing I saw, as I gave up on life-
Was my Grandma’s old bronze lamp. 
As it swirled away the rest of the light-
My entire world went black. 
The most quiet sleep, I had always craved-
Was suddenly- interrupted by a man? 
If I had a life-
He scared it back into me-
For right in my face- he would stand. 👤
As close as he was, analyzing me-
He had no face and no hands. 
Only because, he was right there so close-
Shoulder-length; was the sight that I had. 
Seconds would be eternity-
Misinterpreting, I would go home-
Until his neck started ripping-
Almost headless,
Only a sliver of skin; would hang on. 
It horrified me enough-
To launch me back; Into the Trial of Sleep. 
Then sitting right there, was my Mom-
Inconsolable, with her sea of weeps.  
I tried so hard to call to her-
And assure her that I was alright. 
Alas, she couldn’t hear me at all-
Because I chose to steal my life. 
The Trial of Sleep is blank space-
I am not worthy of, to remember. 
But my theory is-
During that time-
I was judged by the Almighty Savior. 
Now the ‘Walk of Shame’
Has a new name-
As I live on to make amends. 
But if you recall my story about that crow-
Then you also know how it ends. 🚪

CMK

Open the Door 🚪

He said, [“Quoth the Raven, Nevermore”]

But mine, did not make sound. 
I awake from rest on the couch-
To see him flapping around. 
It is an alarm!
It is Death!
It is Wisdom!
It is Change!
I did not see an entry-
No words which I could explain. 
I could’ve let him kill him-
My pup; who made the chase. 
But I chose to open the door;
To Free the crow-
From my confined space. 
Divine Punishment?
A warning at most?
Perhaps; for my darkest sin-
And though I let the crow out-
How in the world…
…Did he get in?
CMK