Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Check, please

    We sat in the corner, sheltered from the rain. It hit us like a bomb of fractured stones. It was you that taught me that it was possible to love again. The dust from the souls of wingless angels chaffed my skin. Your words cut through me, seeping into my…

  • Letter to a soldier

    Some days, I sit back and watch you. The emotions displayed on your face, of shock and awe and yet you say nothing. You were taught to be strong and keep on trucking. You were taught to go toward the fire and fight the flames. Some days I wonder how…

  • On the road

    I remember that day as if it happened yesterday. My throat raw from screaming as the tears remained streaky. My chest was heaving as the imaged played slowly. Lie after fed lie was and I had a mouthful on our road to destruction. Not a single worry in sight, my…

  • Wings

    I’d like to dedicate this poem to my niece Christina Mitchell, who battled breast cancer and lost her battle this morning. She is survived by her husband and beautiful little girl. This year has been especially hard for me, and cancer has weaved its way through it. It is so…

  • Return to sender

    She remembered that day like it were yesterday. His hands on her body and she couldn’t speak. The way he half caressed her, kneading, stalking. Her mind was fuzzy and vision blurry. It replayed over in her mind so clearly. She couldn’t move. Her body paralyzed. She couldn’t breathe.