Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • The hand that scorched me

    Sleep has yet to sink in. My mind angry and slowly unraveling. Subconsciously all I want to hear is that everything will be alright— Of course I’m far too proud to utter the words aloud. I was starting to get to the acceptance stage and my mind began to find…

  • Beauty is brains

    I sit. I breathe. I eat. I drink you in. Batting my lashes in hopes of you noticing all five-foot-seven of me. I’ve got legs and curves like they do. What do they have that I don’t? Is my dress too close to my knees and my breasts not bursting…

  • Absent minds make the heart grow fonder

    I remember the day you stood up and stretched out your arm to hold my hand. You assured me that everything would be OK— But something didn’t seem to sink in. My hands were shaking as the ground beneath me crumbled around my feet. Your hand tightened around mine as…

  • The naked truth

    Body temperature rises as the bile piles itself within my throat. A slow, aching shiver caressed itself up my back and my voice began to choke. Never in a million years did I see this coming Hands on my knees, ready to bolt. The tears began to well in my…

  • Trigger back, release

    The frown is back as the convulsions begin to rise in my throat. These worried eyes shall remain remote. Watching you from afar, whispers become audible as the sun hangs onto the light behind the trees. The further I pull away to my safe haven behind my heart, the line…