“I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.”
“I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.”
Nichole McElhaney
“Be a witch they cannot burn.”
Nichole McElhaney, A Sisterhood of Smoke and Ash“A poetess is a collection of unfinished thoughts. She is a tormented phantom, a harbinger of life and death. Those who peer deep inside her catacombs will learn that even madness is a virtue.”
Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Melancholy Ghosts and Ethereal Maidens“I am not soft. I do not have that luxury. I am the wolf in girl’s clothing; all snarls and claws. My mother once told me: be gentle, be kind. She forgot to mention that the world was full of beasts, and if I wanted to survive I would have to become one myself.”
Nichole McElhaney, Poetry For Celestial Nymphs and Wayward Witches“My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth.”
Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses“I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.”
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