Kaylee Champa

22 year old writer and psychology student. I write poetry, fiction and more. Inspired by horror shorts, Ray Bradbury and surrealism

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4 days ago
Last night we heard five feet on the weather And her and I prayed for Winter pouring into car windows And trailing into our warmly lit room by our boot tails But it didn’t look promising I listened to...
Sunday Morning
8 days ago
This schoolhouse poses as a temple Every sunday opens wide its doors We ride over ocean bridge leading to country road Away from this New England campus that would make Old quaker men rattle their bon...
Hopper's Cage
9 days ago
New York lady head hung low and lazy boxes of light cast across her chalky colored cell a city tomb at the peak of brooklyn horizon-free view at her lap If you’re lonely don’t look up doze in barred r...
Water's Drop
9 days ago
It is now my time to wander My fingertips traveling the wooden rail cracked open like a wound leaving hollows for the brushing sounds to entice the famined fish Lingering, my body pressed against my o...
Surrender of the Bay
9 days ago
Her sirens all have gone to sleep With icy breaths she heaves a sigh Surrenders to her bottom deep Floating upward to what lingers in her eye Keeper of the birds, the trees, the shore Fallen is the ba...