I never could tell if it was my body or my mind he ached to strip. He had a weakness for pretty disasters and ugly tragedies. The cut of his tongue sliced through both. Colors exploded into me, violent shades of him, striking my soul. Hush your quaking heart, we have many things to see. [...]
Category: Hush by Nicole Lyons
She is a Storm
I Won’t Always Be Me
Bring Your Wishes
In Collapse
Still, I wonder, here in collapse, if I should pick the jagged stones of humility out of my knees, or let them settle in, pushing rough edges into my vulnerability. And if I did, would you see me as divine? © Nicole Lyons 2017
Syllable by Syllable
And sometimes these words, they save me, but sometimes, most times, they kill me, syllable by fucking syllable, they rip me to shreds. © Nicole Lyons 2017
A Collection of Madness and Magic

My mind is light and dark and always uneven, a rest stop for a long line of weary travellers and mischief makers; a home to thousands of manic spiders spinning sticky webs of dark delusions against the back of my eyes. My ears itch with the whispers of hyper charged bits of paranoia. My throat [...]
Vintage Heart
Yes, I Remember You

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 [...]
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