Holt Street

I wound a broken guitar string around my left thumb and index finger until I could no longer feel either of them because I was high and I liked the shades of red and white that pulsed down my hand until he unwound the string and placed my palm in his own, and then I … Continue reading Holt Street

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

Freakshow

I had always wanted to be the center of attention until I was shackled into the main attraction of her sideshow. A three-ring circus and her freak show, fisting gaping chests and shredding hearts. I stepped right up and felt the twisting of my head, I heard the cracking of my skull, and I was … Continue reading Freakshow