folklore fail

she had become a splendid goddess of the sea according to the folklore. tell that to her brother her mother her father. her little dog. tell it to her lover whose heart was broken the day she drowned.

#katyamills

the legend of captive 8

captive 8

did not hesitate

they made it out

somehow

the words

of dying 

breath persist

i am free 

now

captive 8 by kwm

captive 9

may never know

the old great feel

of earth and pine

and snow

of trees and moon

long shadows

glow

captive 8

a foot of snow

held their imprint 

form 

so long

home they went

due north

for what 

a life was

worth

captive 9

had heard 

the shot

disintegrate 

the hope

as well 

that night

behind a downy 

swell

they cried the memory

clean

of captive 8

who shared

the dream

locking doors

and prison whores

'neath the cold 

steel 

toe

all they ever

knew was all

they ever

know

- kwm

hidebehind

the hidebehind 

yellow eyes 
the size 
of autumn leaves

autumn tree by k

waits behind
a single
tree

wiki reference:
'hidebehind'

Atlantis. Times Three.

Poetry from K IS SILENT
written and performed by Katya Mills

Atlantis, times three


i am trying to find myself

between commercials

apparently

i am located

somewhere deeper

than that

Atlantis

times three

i remember almost dying

the weight

was too great

i got

stepped on

like flagstones

I saw you there

we could touch

almost

through our

imperial pints

of tears

drowning

Atlantis

times three

i got stripped

like a stripper

but without

so much

a choice

off the walls

in the paint

in the darkness

the memory

faint

gracefully

i laced up

to give them

something

2 remember

gracefully

i tried then

2 forget

sometimes

i grabbed the knives

in the kitchen

and turned

toward them

screaming

its real painful

to look

i could drown

in it

Atlantis

times three

i found me

by looking

baptized

by watercolor

bled down

in the city

bled out

to the valley

sweet canvas

of colors

shelters me now

the painted walls

i like to

leave them

this way

i am different

i am young

my spirit

touched by

the sound

of the colors

dripping down

Atlantis

times three

is where

i am found