Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Memory

    The cloth placed firmly over my eyes. My mind races to the sound of her little cries My senses kick in as her tiny limbs brush across my dusted skin The softness clings long after her departure A smell of “brand new” that turns me into the lone-archer Every night…

  • Hush

    Blood boiling, Steam rising to the top Of surfaces we can’t touch. Asinine inquiries, Premeditated consciences Of translucent relationships. This ball of fury soaking, With heat forever warming Like the sun circulates around the moon. Too many words said, As they try to find boxes To make sense of this…

  • Faintless Phantom

    I can hear you Your voice, a drone of sensations yearning. I can feel it in my loins A touch remised. Too hard to forget. This ache saturates me A poison, never-ending melancholy. When you look at her, do you see me? The sun shines upon a face so angelic…

  • Buyer’s remorse

    The sound of rain strums against their haven from the warmth of rest. The soft purrs of a partner’s breath, stirred inside crevices upturned.   Silhouettes of couples’ remorse crept in, like a virus latched to its host. Frozen in time, to the day a path turned divide The air…

  • Journal

    Pitch forks raised high Arched toward blackened skies that cover the whites of their eyes.  Like the scent of copper stripped, encouraged to die.