My girl, oh my feisty awesome girl, got sexually assaulted last year. What do you say? “I’ve been there, I love you, be brave, you got this.” It’s almost a rote response at this point. One i… Source: Pressure Sex (trigger warning)
Landlocked and scraping my belly in the depths of their apologies, I learned to hold my breath in an ocean of abandonment. The bitter taste of sunny days danced upon my tongue, twisting with the weeds of their neglect before I swallowed them, and felt the tear of my lungs bursting pure, and blooming the … Continue reading Bursting Pure And Blooming
It has taken me a great while to find the peace to say the words that I knew I needed to. Many long dark nights and cold days have brought me to this place to speak to you. I’m sure you are expecting searing words to pour from the pain you caused me. It would … Continue reading Thank You – Charlene/Lorna Evol
Thank you to Sudden Denouement for publishing my latest piece. Source: Dropping Leaves of Dreams – Nicole Lyons
Thanks to Feminine Collective for publishing Under The Sycamore, it was a difficult write and I am pleased with how it turned out.
A big thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing one of my poems today. This one was a hard write but so freeing. Peace by Piece
Enter with a happy heart and clean feet. You broke that battle before it broke you. Don’t ever let it back in. Walk down hallways and remember. You have taken back what they had stolen. It was always yours. Welcome home. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I want to be cruel. I want to lash out at everyone who has used me, and I want to do it over and over again. I want them all to know what ungrateful feels like. I want them to wear the cloak of unloved, slip into taken … Continue reading Sit pretty
Thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing this piece.
Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we hurled our words, like bottles filled with hate smashing against the walls of each other’s hearts, and how we delighted in the little cuts we made. Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we poked those little cuts, grinding filth in deep, and how … Continue reading Amnesia