Something Pure

Something Pure

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

Tempest

Tempest

Oh she gets mean, mood swings like a southern twister tonguing the backside of the northern lights, before she pulls the sunrise and drops your heart onto the floor. © Nicole Lyons 2017

The Long Sleep

The Long Sleep

  After Summer’s lazy sun-kissed days have become shorter and her balmy nights cooler, Autumn slowly begins to rise. Subtly she peers out from her deepest slumber; a gentle sigh escaping her mahogany lips causes the winds to blow and turn brisk. It is time. With a stunning grace, Autumn awakens, swaying with passion and [...]