A Road Less Travelled

I walk softly around the edge of it. I am afraid to breathe. My fingernails cut a path through my palms and I exhale slowly, watching the mantras I have pulled from my blood, pooling in my hands. I lift my fists to my lips and I place the chant on my tongue, loud enough … Continue reading A Road Less Travelled

This Side of Midnight

I believe there is a window, mounted in mourning, hung just this side of midnight. And when we call out, through its shattered glass and torn screens, something in the universe shifts, allowing our echoes and our unfortunate words to ride the wind, and carry our secrets into the open windows of the insomniacs of … Continue reading This Side of Midnight

Tell Me Something Beautiful

Tell me how the sunshine felt on your face after you dropped to your knees and swore you could no longer go on. Tell me that the warmth of its rays reached out to warm the tears from your eyes and kiss the cries from your lips. Tell me you found something beautiful in the … Continue reading Tell Me Something Beautiful

Battle Cries Blaring

Cry. Scream. Give the world your fucking worst, it won't go easy on any of us, but you best get your ass back up with your battle cries blaring. You are a goddamned warrior and even warriors have moments when they question their own worth, go ahead and question it, but do it quickly, the … Continue reading Battle Cries Blaring

A Hard Thing

It is a hard thing, when a mind creeps and wanders and everything you want to say comes out as everything you have sworn you wouldn’t. It is a very hard thing when a mind, so full and so bright, turns in on itself and darkness feels like home again. It is a hard thing … Continue reading A Hard Thing

A slip of Heaven

I have seen sinners saved from bloody knees, and heard angels sing from holy things. But you, my love, are the bells that ring, in a heathen's choir when the devil sings. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Sad Days Are Good Days Too

I know you're having trouble breathing right now, with the weight of the world and all the things you think you need to be, wrestling on top of your chest. It can all feel so unbelievably crushing sometimes, but sad days are good days too. Lovely girl, we all have sad days, welcome yours as … Continue reading Sad Days Are Good Days Too