Here’s a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. It’s been a bit since I’ve written poems, but I hope you like it.


Cursed is the name we share

More so are the ones who take the name

Because a family of fighters is what you’ll find

The kind of people so determined not to become their parents

they scream and shout

not realizing that they already are

The kind of people who light up like Christmas trees

and the one who burns the brightest wins

The kind of people who resemble burning candles:

Tend to it, care for it, and all will be good

It’ll radiate the room around you with love and warmth

but betray it, leave it alone,

and it’ll burn your fucking house down.

-Catherine Kos

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