We’re All a Little Illiterate

We wear poems on our skin; those words were carved into our bones when we were born into a world sadly lacking good poetry, and far too filled with shame to ever let us dance naked, and swing our stories from our hips. © Nicole Lyons 2018

A Road Less Travelled

I walk softly around the edge of it. I am afraid to breathe. My fingernails cut a path through my palms and I exhale slowly, watching the mantras I have pulled from my blood, pooling in my hands. I lift my fists to my lips and I place the chant on my tongue, loud enough … Continue reading A Road Less Travelled

Second Supper

There is thing in my throat, I cough and I hack, and I clear my schedule for every dead-beat dad and long lost survivor of something that is offensive right now, but it still catches; it still wiggles its way into the muck, and it sticks here, right fucking here, between the roof of my … Continue reading Second Supper

Fuck You, Darling

Forgive me, darling. I still struggle to put you into words; how ridiculously arrogant of me. To think I could ever hope to grace this world with your light when all I have to give is empty lines and a devastated heart. Fuck you, darling, for taking my soul when you left. Nicole Lyons 2018

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

All The Best Ones Are

She’s all aching sin and glorious hips, the perfect shot, a junkie’s quick fix, She’s a hit of ecstasy secretly slipped with bad intentions behind loose lips. © Nicole Lyons 2018

On Poetry #3

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