By: Kendra Yvette
the blue dawn of my mornings,
marred by the mourning
of a theoretical death,
philosophical in nature
from the caterpillar’s cocoon,
ensconced in the treacherous maw of black
I wish to rise like a moth
and flutter near the light
the blue dawn of my mornings,
marred by the mourning
of a once colored canvas
that now sits grey
here lies the corpse of the days
where there were no greys
and the colored threads of fate
twisted and coiled to create
a mural of flower petals that gleamed in the sun
the blue dawn of my mornings,
marred by the mourning,
of the old days of sprite
where jubilee was suffused
from dusk to dawn
for the yellow rays of my days
are in no way a place
for my dedication to dolor
so, the blue dawn of my mornings,
I’ll allot to my mourning
Kendra Yvette is a fiction writer and poet. She writes horror stories, contemporary stories, lyric and narrative poetry. Kendra is currently enrolled at Full Sail University, pursuing her bachelor’s in creative writing. She plans on publishing her first novel after graduating. Outside of writing, Kendra loves reading, playing video games, and being in nature.