Under My Wing

For Stephanie Bennett-Henry   I have never felt a smooth landing beneath my feet, nor have I ever been lucky enough to tuck one under my wing and breathe great gusts of relief as if I had been saved. I know what it's like to scrape myself and pull away from the concrete with a … Continue reading Under My Wing

Dearest Lover

I have known you before, dear lover, sat for eons upon your knee, but in this time, sweet lover, you have been hidden away from me. And if I am to be taken from you, dearest lover, or you are to be taken away from me, would you know me again, sweetest lover or would … Continue reading Dearest Lover


As of today, I have gone five days without drinking a cup of coffee, and the state of the world would be alarming right now if I wasn’t so hell-bent on this caffeine-free suicide. But I see the world, through clearer eyes now, as some sort of self involved expert. I am almost a week … Continue reading Elixir

A Hard Thing

It is a hard thing, when a mind creeps and wanders and everything you want to say comes out as everything you have sworn you wouldn’t. It is a very hard thing when a mind, so full and so bright, turns in on itself and darkness feels like home again. It is a hard thing … Continue reading A Hard Thing

A slip of Heaven

I have seen sinners saved from bloody knees, and heard angels sing from holy things. But you, my love, are the bells that ring, in a heathen's choir when the devil sings. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Beneath God and Sunshine

I still keep you here, buried beneath god and sunshine, hidden in the happy places I have long since forgotten. But the taste of you here, smothered under my breath, rolls in my stomach like every sad song we never danced to, and every sweat-soaked regret that walked me home at dawn. And still, I … Continue reading Beneath God and Sunshine

Like Sin & Spring

I wear her name like sin, wispy and swirling like the hem of summer dresses biting the inside of my thighs. I wear her moans like spring, heavy and wet like coats dripping why down the back of my neck. I splash in the puddles of her, the pools of her like spring and summer, … Continue reading Like Sin & Spring