Fancy Meeting You Here

Sometimes the memories become too much, and I wonder if you have locked me away as I have you. And if every now and again I begin kicking through the walls of your mind, overwhelming you, and if I do I wonder if you quietly surrender, or if you furiously gasp for air when the [...]

Stripped

Stripped

  I wear you, still. Your scent covers me like dirty clothes I can't wait to peel off, and kick to the floor. © Nicole Lyons 2016