You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night
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 drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017
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 … Continue reading Robbing Air
I wonder if she thought of me when she cinched her belt, and if she had to punch extra holes in the leather before she did it, and if it was real leather or as fake as we were. I wonder these things, and quickly follow up my wondering with more, like why I am … Continue reading Her Belt
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.
I will not tread lightly. I want you to know, by the quake in your bones and the falter of your step, that I was here before you, and I fought valiantly. © Nicole Lyons 2017
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 … Continue reading I Once Was New
Some of my strongest bonds have been forged with people who have cracked the foundation of my comfort zone. We rarely agree on things like politics and protests, but we do agree that words hold power and art saves lives. We all view life differently; through eyes coloured by our own circumstances, whether those be … Continue reading I Love Your Colours
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
