Kayla Smith
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Images of Lost InnocenceA Story by Kayla SmithI’m lying in bed listening to the sound of myself breathing. My tiny dog is burrowed under my sweatshirt transforming into a personal heating.. |
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Darkness DarlingA Poem by Kayla Smithi have darkness Darling,You just love me so much,it turned beautiful. |
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I Hear the Silent SingingA Poem by Kayla SmithI hear the silent singing, the hushed carols I hear. Those of the bruised and beaten, each singing their story as they should be. The single mothe.. |
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Glass Completely FullA Poem by Kayla SmithThe dreaded sound of a cork.Pop.I turn the volume up on the television in a failed attempt to drown it out.The wine demands to be heard.Words begin to.. |
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The Girl in BlueA Story by Kayla SmithThis is the story of the girl in blue. She died December 24, 1962. The poor girl was hit by a train. The girl in blue loved her sister. Her sister ha.. |
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Where's the HUMAN in Humanity?A Poem by Kayla SmithSomething has been lost.Over generations, it has disappearedinto hatefulness of society. There are the selected few who still practice the forgotten a.. |
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Struggle with SilenceA Poem by Kayla SmithWanna know how to survive?Keep your mouth shut!No one twists words that are unspoken.No one judges silence.Silence is golden.It's your lifeline.It kee.. |
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FoundA Chapter by Kayla SmithThe footsteps grew closer. Louder. They were so close. Sucking in a quick breath, I said a quick prayer. Closer. Closer. It stopped. Are they gone? .. |
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Black OutA Chapter by Kayla SmithI run my fingertips over the scratches carefully placed on the steel box by Father. Weird squiqqles, called cursive, from our home. Home. I don&rsquo.. |
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HomeA Book by Kayla SmithI'm the last human. The last human and Im a slave...I'm foreign. They're afraid. |
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