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
Copyright © Kaitlynn Etheridge | Year Posted 2023
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