Lie To Me, But Brightly written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1   The moon ignites her eyes into glittering locks: heavy, hard and bright. In this early winter air, Her whispers are verdicts. Starshine falls across us like judgment. We are fastened down with new wool blankets, with sheets, with one another. The looming headboard, her mother’s gift, is firm in its oak location, yet yawns — the padlock’s empty eye. Reclining, her white stomach is a burning opal, and, … Continue reading Lie To Me, But Brightly