Author S. K. Nicholas

Emaciated. Lubricated. Death and despair spreading willows from tongue to thigh. All those darlings suffocated so cruelly. Sluts in African plains. Vulture culture so plastic like modern sex. Jailed thoughts and hidden desires. From my mouth to hers. In his shadow, repeated until denial is not an option. Bodies in dust. Limbless limbs and a nebula for every lover. The mayhem of disjointed replicas. Cholera. Madness. Insanity upon your windpipe as my hands secrete a monument. They bewilder where rational thought is no longer. Gunshots. Jekyll and Hyde. Make it quick. Shake it like you never knew you could. Bones inside a wishing well. We pay it forwards with centipedes. We show it with a loaded weapon. Machines of the damned. Liquid from my eyes and the truth inside a lie. We can see for miles. We feel what we want to feel. Thumbs against teeth. Animal rage on the crest of a wave. Step outside and catch a glimpse of something else. Pushing in. Pulling out. Too drunk to fuck, but still it’s never enough. Molten lava against skinny wrists. Lifeless yesterdays. Forgotten dialects; spat out like gum on a boiling sidewalk. Military motion. Fear of commitment. Dead zones and illness. No going out. Stay at home and melt. Those terrible knives of fear. Arrows of a messed up head, inflicting so cheap. Flowers to cover scars. Ten thousand years. Repeat. Repent. Respect. In view of all mirrors. Eternity in your sunken eyes. Ripped off fingernails. Stubbed out cigarettes. Naked faith. Photographs of rebellion. Sex as war. A battle to resolve inner conflict. We fight to taste something more. We piss on your boring routines of work and release. Your face is bacteria. It swarms with every breath you take. Despair in our tormented hearts. Wolves and wonder. Petrified cries. We try to be invisible, dreaming of a landscape where our love can grow freely. My fingers are numb from honesty. They tremble from every written shame. Save me from myself. Save me from the horrors of childhood neglect. The monsters are waiting. They call my name every day. On thin ice. A battle between two raging souls. We run like hell. We shine because there’s nothing left to do but be natural. And that’s all there really is. Tear it apart. Rip it wide open. Show those bones. Be an obstacle in their headlights. Be fearless.