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Kayla Walker

Flommist Kayla Walker is just a simple poet who is fascinated by rhyme, using it as a voice to speak for the girl lost in her own mind.

Kayla Walker
Wed 4 Jan 2017

reign

Could this be a game could this be a show? Left with these questions yet none really know. These things I have

Mor

Kayla Walker
Sun 11 Dec 2016

beautifully flawed

So focused on perfection, The concept, the ideal, Fixated on correction, You’re stripped of what is real. You’re stressed-out and you’re fretting,

Mor

Kayla Walker
Thu 25 Aug 2016

looking glass

With blackened eyes Bold, daunting guise, And bloodstained scars inflamed; Submerged in smoke, A darkness woke, Her tortured soul unframed. Veiled, fiendish

Mor

Kayla Walker
Fri 12 Aug 2016

misfortune’s sea

Carmine, crimson, colours red, Across the floor they swell and spread, Like surging waves they overtake, Forming ruts within their wake. Grains

Mor

Kayla Walker
Fri 5 Aug 2016

mannequin

Strip me down, what do you see? Am I all you thought I’d be? Or would you veil me from their eyes,

Mor