Let us turn on the lights
and take off this skin we are in.
The only thing to come
between our shadows
shall be our bones.
I like the way the light catches
our vulnerability, quivering
in the beds of old fractures.
And the smell of our marrow mixing,
sticky sour dancing under my nose,
wets my tongue, and spills my secrets
through barren valleys, split
between the grooves beneath my hips.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Nicole Lyons 
Beautiful!!
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Thank you so much ❤
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Could there be a more complete invitation to vulnerability? Wow!
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Thank you so much
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole dances
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Thank you so much, Bob
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Damn this is something special, great emotion great imagery, yes indeed
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Thanks Rob. I’m happy you like it.
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You know I absolutely adore your work, always. You are way up my pedestal
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons- The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you very much
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Would it not be wonderful, to act out our minds desire to validate life’s worth, you describe a place a fear not to go but curiously yearning to.
Gut to throat brilliant
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Love this ❤
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Thank you, Lovely ❤
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“I like the way the light catches our vulnerability.”
Smiles* This♡
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❤ Thank you
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