Something Achingly Beautiful

Love was never easy because suffering was never optional. But there was something gorgeous in the act of arching backs writhing in anticipation of ripping hearts from chests, something achingly beautiful in the brutality of it all. © Nicole Lyons 2017  

No Trespassing

He pitched himself onto me, inside of me; somehow his smooth laugh and the electric blue of his necktie cut a path through the underbrush beneath my skirt, and I liked the way his jacket caught the breeze when he hung it on your no trespassing sign, and how he sighed so deeply when the … Continue reading No Trespassing

Fuck Fear – Jason Kynge

Fear. It conjures many images in our mind reading it. But I'm not talking about spiders or my irrational fear of opening a door; afraid someone will burst in at the same time and break my fingers. I mean those fears that come when we enter a relationship. See I had hit a wall awhile … Continue reading Fuck Fear – Jason Kynge

The Red Queen

For Shawna, may your scarlet crown always blind the fools; never forget who you are and what you deserve. The Red Queen She has stood before the greatest men and they have knelt within her fires. She forged herself a scarlet crown from each of their desires. She never kept them kneeling, always thanked them … Continue reading The Red Queen

Stoke Your Fire, Darlings

There are people walking this world with empty hearts and poisoned souls, and they will never be happy unless they watch the world burn. Stoke your fire darlings. Burn hot, burn bright, burn love, and leave them choking on your smoke and their own twisted thoughts. © Nicole Lyons 2017

I am Nothing – S.L. Heaton

"Is this your better half?" "No, not really." In a moment I was reduced to nothing. I turned my face so you couldn't see the torment because I've never been good at hiding my feelings. The sting of nothingness was strong because I always thought I was at least something to you. You were my … Continue reading I am Nothing – S.L. Heaton

Becoming

It's an awesome thing, the becoming of you, and you are bound to make them uncomfortable; leave them to their discomfort, for you, oh you, blossom beautifully within their fires. © Nicole Lyons 2017