Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? … Continue reading Game Night
I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
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.
She was brilliance, a rare currency the entitled would use, but like all coins, eventually her value decreased. She became tarnished from years of being shoved deep inside pockets, spent in order to fix problems and save days. Toned up. Brilliant colours flashed in the sun, dropping bait while the sharks gambled her worth. She … Continue reading Pocket Change – The remix
Upon your arrival, peace departed; cut the brake lines and got the hell out of Dodge, with my sanity riding shotgun. © Nicole Lyons 2017
I loved him – intensely. Throat bared, holes in the walls, sirens wailing – intensely. But god, did I love him. I knew we would end before we had even begun. But my name was blackened on his chest and confessions had been whispered at three am and I couldn’t breathe without him. And until … Continue reading Tasting Pain – The Remix
Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we hurled our words, like bottles filled with hate smashing against the walls of each other’s hearts, and how we delighted in the little cuts we made. Just for tonight let’s forget to remember how we poked those little cuts, grinding filth in deep, and how … Continue reading Amnesia