The Long Road Home

It’s been awhile since I’ve walked this dusty road, but I remember it well. That spot there, where the sun never quite reaches, is where I found myself on my knees praying to a god I didn’t believe in. Bodies upon bottles upon razor blades gleaming with self-harm and a cocaine glow fill the ditches … Continue reading The Long Road Home

Looking at me

You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool … Continue reading Looking at me

Sunday Brunch

My lack of words had never sounded as sweet as they did on the night my tongue was tangled inside out and up with yours, but had I known heaven could be found drowning inside your mouth, I would have met you there, months or a minute sooner, at that place on the corner of … Continue reading Sunday Brunch

The Hard Part of the Night

You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night

I Developed A Taste For It

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It

to Drink and to See You, Again

Do I need to drink to see you again, cut myself open again, to bleed you out in a rush? You’re gone now, packed up and left again, always fucking again, until again means nothing unless I drink and I drug, again, and I split the cosmos, again. Until I scream louder, again, and faster … Continue reading to Drink and to See You, Again

Fallen From Grace – Dena Daigle

A couple of weeks ago I shared a poem from my book Hush on my Facebook page and my friend and fellow writer, Dena Daigle of Phoenix Ascended, stumbled onto it and wrote a stunning poem from the inspiration she got from mine and I know you'll love it as much as I do. I … Continue reading Fallen From Grace – Dena Daigle

Mixed With A Hint

It was my words that spilled from his lips, my poetry that poured from his soul; how was I to resist my own passion, mixed with a hint of his own. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Between Flashes

This piece was originally published on Feminine Collective I still remember the way adrenaline burned when my pulse raced to sync with the others, between flashes of light, and the gulp of yours. I still remember the way deviance danced in my veins when my pulse raced to sync with the others, between stops, and licking … Continue reading Between Flashes

Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed

I am super stoked to be on the amazing Sudden Denouement today. I dig this poem. Source: Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed-Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles