Perhaps it wasn’t
only my hair
he had knotted
in his fist;
for upon my release
I found my mind
had been pulled
as if it had knees
on which I would beg
as I crawled toward him,
neck deep in a pool
of silver and my name;
reaching to cling
to the tip
of his forked tongue.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Nicole Lyons 
Such a brilliant description of that hell. Heart wrenching.
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Oh my. 💕
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Damn Nicole!
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It is never just the body that is the target.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole makes a poem that fits the title and strikes to what abuse is really about.
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THIS. this right now. boys are dumb.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you so much
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