I wonder if she thought of me when she cinched her belt, and if she had to punch extra holes in the leather before she did it, and if it was real leather or as fake as we were. I wonder these things, and quickly follow up my wondering with more, like why I am … Continue reading Her Belt
I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.
I think I die a little with every cliché I write, but I take comfort from the souls I have buried beneath my bullshit. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Cupid lies; splattered upon my stoop, wings of ink thrashing and thundering a goodbye love on the heels of a viper’s kiss... won’t you be mine, Valentine... © Nicole Lyons 2017
She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Our shadows danced around the fire like savages before a kill, unaware that our souls were their prey. Graced without inhibitions or regard for self-preservation, we danced on. The flames licked our heathen heels, scorching flesh long into the night. The way we moved bled fevers through seared skin and cast the smells of our … Continue reading To Summon the Beast – A collaboration Nicole Lyons & SeA
Let old bones lie. I will cut you fresh roses. © Nicole Lyons 2016