There was a moment
when the neon
caught the silver
that I thought to myself,
This is going to make a wicked mess.
But the lights
went down
and everything
faded to black.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Fade Out
There was a moment
when the neon
caught the silver
that I thought to myself,
This is going to make a wicked mess.
But the lights
went down
and everything
faded to black.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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I'll write as long as my lines live
So brief, and sharp as a razor blade.
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Indeed. Thank you, sir.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A poem from Nicole with a trigger waning for some – suicide attempt
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Thank you, Bob
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The mind has to turn in on itself to keep from absolute disintegration during times of terrible and unspeakable acts of trauma. Don’t I know that
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Sometimes you just kill me. I don’t know how I survive.
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