Best Poems Written by Kaitlynn Etheridge

Combustion Cycle

The morning dew is shaping my existence

Cold doesn’t describe the darkness of this place

The streets here aren’t lined with gold

Creating new wounds, pouring salt into the old

Eat me, rip me open and apart

You’re like watching a vulture working hard to perfect his art

If we burst into flames, it’s to reshape our existence 

I can go it alone while you worship resistance

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