Nicole Moore

Joined October 2025

29 stories

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Dedicated to the one whose fiercest foe and truest friend is herself

she who bears the soul’s weariness yet walks life’s rugged path,

hoping for cherry blossoms, flying geese, or stork nests.

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The Anatomy of My Own Ruin
Where Shall I Flee From Myself From myself— to whom shall I flee? Where shall I search? Which path is left to follow?
By Nicole Mooreabout 19 hours ago in Poets
A Silence That Marches
A Silence That Marches I am filled with lethal, unspoken words, and still, I do not open my lips. Words— like dead fish
By Nicole Mooreabout 20 hours ago in Poets
The Birds I Buried in Your Name
I missed him. And at the mere whisper of his memory, the dead birds of my heart stirred— restless, air-starved, they lifted themselves
By Nicole Mooreabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Crimson Hills
The shepherd led his flock to graze. An army of fate. An army of innocence. A ewe ready for slaughter. A pregnant ewe.
By Nicole Mooreabout a month ago in Poets
Puppet of the Unseen
Two steps forward, a hundred steps back. The most visible of invisible threads make me dance to their tune and drag me
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
Doctrine of Dryness
I am the vine of the vineyard, withered, and without fruit. Though thou shouldst pour water upon me, it shall not profit me;
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
Your Share Was Freedom
Life’s embrace did not reject you, yet the melody of soil called you home. The butterflies of freedom no longer beat within you—
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
I stand
I stand within an iron fortress with neither way back nor way forward. I cannot remain, and I cannot flee. Beyond the fortress, the sun stretches out a hand to me,
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
in the Iron Bowl
We were red fish rotting inside an iron bowl. Quiet. Watched. Obsessed with a freedom we were never meant to touch.
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
Hollow
You do not know why you thirst at the spring of life yet are sated at the spring of death. You learned all that you were meant to know,
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
The Open Middle
Today, I long for what I lost yesterday. Yesterday, I was longing for today. And today, I miss yesterday. The threads of my future are tangled.
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
Birds Within
And I said: this is the end. Pieces of me have been undone, shard by shard. Pain has nested itself in every cell of my body.
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets

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The Anatomy of My Own Ruin

A Silence That Marches

The Birds I Buried in Your Name

Crimson Hills

Puppet of the Unseen

Doctrine of Dryness

Your Share Was Freedom

I stand

in the Iron Bowl

Hollow

The Open Middle

Birds Within

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