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
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
It's midnight in my mind again; my thoughts are burning and bursting like shooting stars. Every breath is another bullet exploding behind my eyes and dropping bits of wishes down the back of my neck, to die there, and dying itches, between my shoulder blades, in the spot I can never quite reach. © Nicole … Continue reading Midnight Mind
I wonder what a quiet mind, full of light, would feel like; and if my memories could grow cold, or if you would turn hot, outside of the whispers in the shadows you have only ever known as home. Softly now, my darling. Darkness has withered the walls of this place, and it is heavy … Continue reading In Crimson Screams
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 am tired and I just want something pure, something beautiful to burst from the filth of this sickness, this tragedy that is devouring my mind again. And all at once I feel nothing but the shriek of my soul being ripped from its bones. © Nicole Lyons 2017