I bled out and into him, for him, every time he asked. And he asked, and I withered as I bled while he watched. © Nicole Lyons 2016
This was a very cool write inspired by daily one word prompts. I challenged myself to take the last 11 days of prompts and include them all in one poem Just Deserts is the result. The word prompts were: Escape Surge Taste Vanish Enthrall Hidden Honey Buried Vanish Lurk Born A big thank you to … Continue reading Just Deserts – Nicole Lyons
Thanks to Feminine Collective for publishing Under The Sycamore, it was a difficult write and I am pleased with how it turned out.
My memories of you are bittersweet now, like the punch of green apples hitting the back of my tongue. I gnash my teeth against their bite and tear them open until the sweet syrup of you drips down my throat, and I swallow what used to be us. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I wrote this last year. It was my first attempt at prose and still one of my favourite pieces. The Long Sleep
Within the steel of her bones she will shelter you, pulling fire from her belly for your warmth. She will place you among the stars in her eyes, calling twilight to watch over you. In her heart she will build you a home, with the pieces of her soul left to you. © Nicole Lyons … Continue reading In this space