Killing Kit

Killing Kit

Things blown in on vicious words

tumbling over and over

on my memory carousel

childhood midway sets the stones

to hold my killing kit

And all the times

I would've walked away

but got caught in a familial zipper

or could've made a different choice

then snagged on a monetary hook

when I should've moved on

yet fell through an ignorant button hole

added a blade

a pill

another bit of rope

into the bottomless stomach 

of my killing kit

That big black bag is always there

tough old thing

always bulging

always room for more

always ready to open up

and swallow me whole

my killing kit

me

April 2, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's second entry "Lindwurm Riddle".