There will be times when it feels like standing up for what is right means losing all you have left. In those moments, when your back is exposed and the blush of your lips is flush with the bricks, a cold shiver creeping down your ramrod spine is nothing more than the last gasp of [...]
I wouldn't call myself a poetry whore, but there is something about a well-placed comma that really revs my engine. © Nicole Lyons 2018
I don’t want to live this life anymore, but you are pinks and deep hues, the tangerine clouds behind sunsets that giggle and puff themselves into the shape of my mother, when she slouched proudly against the cupboards that robbed my air. You are the pink of her that opened the doors on their mothers [...]
I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.
My body has been used; tossed to the ground to wipe away indiscretions, and the grinding filth of lying whores. My heart has been starved; cupped in sweaty palms to ease burdens, and the murky hypocrisy of righteous men. My spirit has been wrung; pulled inside of fists to stretch truths, and the sour [...]