Author S. K. Nicholas

Open the window and call to her from across the sky. Scratch your arms with glass out of respect for the faithful departed. Bow down and be free. Fearful of death, fearful of everything. Sex brings escape, but only to a darkness the likes of which will embrace me forever once I breathe my last. So morbid they say, but when we’re dead for an eternity, it’s hard to stop thinking that every day we’re slipping further and further away from childhood bliss. Cancer riddled thoughts. Love left bleeding on the bathroom floor. My reflection says nothing. It’s just for show. Just a deviant, just another angry machine bursting with too much oil. And all of that oil, so black and glistening beneath a full moon as you shower in the other room. I remember your body well. Every contour burned into my monstrous brain. This mess we’re in. This story without end. Take me as I am. Place your fingers between mine and close your weary eyes. Everything on a level beyond the insects understanding, we taste the salty seas and turn our backs on all the dim cities that beg to be seen. They’re all the same, and they’re all as empty. Devoid of life, they act as markers. Abandon hope and all that shit. My path is different, there’s just no other way of seeing things. We’re worlds apart. Night and day thick like the blood in my clogged up veins. You smile so simple, yet it’s never enough to cover up the cracks. Drinking to awaken my inner self. Drinking to awaken the beast, and to drown the past into submission. In the eye of a needle I’m split straight down the middle. Truth and delusion. They make me feel just fine.