Between Memories and Scars with Nicole Lyons

January Flashback: The Bone Keeper

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback: Originally published on FC, August 2016 I have cleaned my...

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A Thousand Suns

I would have endured a thousand suns bursting the tip of my tongue for speaking the dirty words you wanted to hear. But your blame is...

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Under the Sycamore

I carved my place in this world, into the bark of a beautiful old sycamore tree long before I cut my teeth on the boys who would bend her...

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Evanescence

I swear I was clean before you came blazing in, guns firing hot, bursting into me with pain so sweet that I begged for a slow death. But...

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Peace by Piece

It’s during the moments when I’m quiet that I foolishly give in to the idea of peace. I should know better by now. With every blow you...

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The Long Sleep

After Summer’s lazy sun-kissed days have become shorter and her balmy nights cooler, Autumn slowly begins to rouse. Subtly she peers out...

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If I Could

If I could draw a blade across my wrist to show you that my veins clog with the sludge of ugliness, you would never again ask me, “Why...

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Clusters

It is as if some sort of cosmic energy is continually pulsing through my veins, cascading along, dancing with my white blood cells, finding...

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The Colour of Us

Water is wet and grass is green and we are us… until it isn’t… and we aren’t… anymore. And that’s how it was, he...

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Oblivion

Someone making an unsuccessful attempt to be quiet had pulled me into the place that hovers on the cusp of awake and asleep. A sound,...

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How To Love A Wanderer

If you happen to stumble upon a wanderer, unlock the door and welcome them in; but do so knowing that they’re only there to rest their...

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The Bone Keeper

I have cleaned my closet of all of the bones to make room for wispy summer dresses. I wrapped those bones in shame and tucked them deep...

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White Knights, Dads and Self-Image Saviors

My daughter came home from school and told me something that caused my heart to slam into my chest and as the instinct born into me to...

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My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime

I have bipolar disorder and sometimes, well sometimes, I think I’m blessed because of it. Now I’m not trying to glamorize mental...

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How Bipolar Disorder F*cked Me in All the Wrong Ways

I’m a woman who enjoys sex – a lot. I’ve always had the pleasure of savoring what many would consider a very high sex...

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