Nicole Lyons

The filth of memories

I swear I was clean before you came blazing in,
guns firing hot, bursting into me
with pain so sweet
that I begged for a slow death.
But you stole the sweet
ache from my bones
and left the savage bits of you behind,
spraying them all over my world.
They blot out the sun,
and leave me with a forever night.
They crawl over me, inside of me,
and consume me with the filth of memories.
And they whisper
about this slow death
and how I should be careful
what I wish for.

© Nicole Lyons 2016

18 comments

  9. Damn, this piece is amazing. I so completely relate to the intensity with which you experience your feelings and emotions. The world is always a better place when people express the truth of their experience unabashedly. I appreciate this about you. I feel inspired to express something that is very important to me that you have brought to mind. Thank you for this.

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  10. Your an AMAZING young woman!! I so connect to your writing. I feel your heart and soul in every word. Thank you for bringing out feelings in me that I haven’t felt in years. I will continue to follow your writing and know you have truly touch my heart.

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