Kaitlyn Maura

My name’s Kait. I would define myself mainly as a truth seeker. I write about a lot of things, primarily astrology, religion & spirituality, relationships, psychology, feminism, social issues, books, music and the occasional bad poem. 

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Why I Can't Write Poetry
a year ago
I miss Kaitlyn, Definition: pure But I don’t know where she is anymore. The rain has come and everything’s muddy. Voices like a computer chip in my head, Memories assaulting each other, fighting for t...
2 years ago
In a dusty old building with cloudy dark halls, I travel up the broken elevator To a brightly lit room with drawings on the walls. Drawings of sunshine. I flip through a stack of literary magazines. I...