Kayla in Kentucky

Liberal, schizophrenic writer surviving Kentucky.

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Pinebrook: A Dark And Bloody Ground - Free Story by KaylaDawnMatthews

Abigail Payne moves from Bucklick, Kentucky to her mother's property after her disappearance but something is very wrong. As Abigail discovers the dark history of the manor and property, she exper...

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Sobic headbanging!

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Bath time!

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Pinebrook: A Dark and Bloody Ground (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/zKituxb3c4 Abigail Payne moves from Bucklick, Kentucky to her mother's property after her disappearance but something is very wrong. As Abigail discovers the dark history of the manor and property, she experiences unusual activity. Left to fight her budding mental illness and things that go bump in the night. Will Abigail survive the property's demons and her own? Take a visit to a dark and bloody ground with Abigail to find out.

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The Ghost the Edge of My Bed (Sleep Paralysis)

I see her huddled at the foot of my bed

Long black hair covers her face, arms stretched towards my feet

Skin splotched gray and green as the dead

She reaches and tugs at my sheets

My heart aches and fills with dread

I cannot move, I cannot breathe

The ghost at the edge of my bed

I feel fear and defeat

I must reach the light

She has come to kill me

This feels like the last of my nights

She starts to climb towards me

She moves closer

I struggle to reach the lamp

I cannot move

My skin hot and damp

I cannot look away

Her white dress spattered with decay

My arms find their strength  

I reach the lamp and live another day

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The Mourning Dove - A Poem

In the morning, I hear his lonely coo

Reaching far from the trees

His lament echoes in the breeze

His impeccable wings drip with morning dew

His music reaches none of his own

Singing ‘till the end, all alone

His soft brown feathers rolling off the rain

Singing for nothing to gain

His lonely heart ringing in song

A life alone is long

He sings through the sorrow 

From the morning until tomorrow

I hear him throughout the sun and ice

He sings once then twice

He sang all throughout the Fall

No answer to his call

Winter draws near

And the frost is what he’ll fear

For he will be singing in the cold

None there to huddle or hold

His song is a glory to behold 

It becomes lost to silence

Never to be told

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Sleepy Sobic.

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Arm warmers.

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Crochet

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Anglin Falls, Kentucky

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The Moon and the Pine Trees

I watch them sway; the beautiful pine

And see her shining from behind

I smell their aroma in the night air

There is no other place I’d rather be than there

I float above my mind

The music flows as I lose all time

The wind blows and the needles begin to scatter and shake

The pine; they bend and do not break

The moon; she shimmers so bright

I can feel her in the coolness of the night

I drown in her silver beams

She lulls me into waking dreams