She holds a pen like a cigarette,
Loose in her fingers
And tight in her teeth,
Pressing her lips up against it
Gently,
Like a kiss to say thank you
For not killing me
Yet.
— "Draft" from SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING

“This unapologetically personal and powerful collection from debut poet K.Will explores the toll of the narcissistic abuse cycle and the journey to healing through poetry. Through the lens of addiction, SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING offers a raw, but hopeful narrative that delves into the disconnect between theoretical and lived understandings.

Her verses speak to the universal challenges of self-worth, mental health, and difficult relationships. Whether you’re a lover of language or simply seeking connection, this story is for anyone who’s ever felt lost while navigating this profound experience of being human.”

Dayton Poetry Slam Performances

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I kissed the lips of forgotten mists

& willful willow-topped will-o-the-wisps.

I’ve placed bare feet on Jones’ ships,

turned page by page through chaptered trips.

Oh, but oh, what I really miss

is the mindful mind full not of lists,

but of means and ends endless—

possibilities impossible, creativities laudable.

Feeling at home in the Universe I cocreate,

wages not mattering as much as the pages,

Letters, words, ink, pasted

on living odes: tombstones to

lives that will never die,

but live on past my worldly time. Every far cry

of everything I’ve ever wanted and

not grown and rotted—

collapsed and flown and felt.

“Intoxication” from SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING

 

Breath Of Ink

Follow my black across the page,

Figments of imagination take the stage.

Submerge yourself into my rhyme,

Captive reader, oblivious to time.

I catch you in a web of word,

Take up my call, wield the sword.

Follow me into lands unknown,

Pull the sword out of the stone.

Focus only on my words alone,

Until my hero’s life becomes your own.

Feel you heart thunder in your chest,

Flip the light, you’ll get no rest.

While others are tucked safe in bed,

You are somewhere close to dead.

Not in your home, but an ink-black cave,

Looking up at the one you must save.

You’ll defeat the villain, get the girl,

Single-handedly save my world.

Then your quest of words will come to an end,

Until you open my book again.

Published 2013.