Dragon Soul

This life hasn't been easy on me, I have learned to breathe fire, and God help any of you who would ever try to smother my flames. © Nicole Lyons 2018

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

That One Summer

I had yet to feel your sweat on my neck, but I knew I loved you already. Like red roses pulling yellow streaks, and green thumbs dipped in sugar, I loved you. Like desperate phone calls made to lonely operators in the middle of the night, just this side of the beach, I loved you. … Continue reading That One Summer

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

On The Hips of a Hurricane

I could love you less than storms or anything easy that I have ever done, but you, my hard love, I love you as the moon loves the tides, pulling and pushing for one minute only, for you to see that this life, that our life, could be extraordinary on the hips of a hurricane … Continue reading On The Hips of a Hurricane

Starved

I know, she is beautiful; all hot breath and pretty words, but she has starved her demons for a lifetime now, and those motherfuckers are hungry. © Nicole Lyons 2o18