Hold a mirror up to me and I will hold one up to you, and we can kiss your pretty lies and fuck my ugly truth. © Nicole Lyons 2018
Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I know you know me. By the ache in your bones and the pulse in your veins, you know me, and God help you, I know you too. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Sometimes I feel as if I am pandering to savages, sealing my soul and selling it for an innocent kiss or a quick fix. And then I push and I shove, and I make my way to the front of the line to buy it all back from the wasted souls who look an awful [...]
It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.