
Yes, I remember you.
I remember the hitch
and the gasp before
my veins opened up
into fields upon fields
upon barren wastelands.
I remember how thunder felt
that night when a thousand
wild stallions carried my pulse
around the mountains of my bones
and placed it where I hoped
I would never remember you again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
This imagery is incredible!
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Thank you so much
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you are very welcome. impossible to read only once!
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Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you, C
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This is raw and beautiful and bloody and spectacular
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Oh what a enormous comment, thank you ❤
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You are welcome
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A good memory? A bad memory? A memory too intense to be classified in either way? A poem of powerful images and leaving questions.
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Nicole remembers
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