Author S. K. Nicholas

Lifetimes spent working, bleeding. Vessels half submerged. Ex-lovers. Spirits in their touch and fingernails creeping unknown even to them. Open your mouth and let me do things I can’t comprehend. Let me take you down. Searchlights as you undress on the balcony. Distant music as the animals are doused in petrol and set alight. Once they danced only for you, but not anymore. Making love. Fucking. Call it what you will. Searching. Worshiping. Drifting through leaves and singing songs to make us whole again. Close the curtains. Hide all mirrors. Burning towers and stairwells buzzing to the sound of insects. She’s losing control. She’s collapsing like my mind. Her sunken body hidden from view just like her reckless heart, these days are built on soundless sounds. Shadows in the city. Knife-fights on endless sidewalks. We come. We surrender to love. Dust and cavities. There should be more, yet my body won’t allow it. So sit down and wrap your arms around me. Hold me close. Click your fingers, and push me into place. Eyes fluttering. Teeth chattering. I know it’s not much, but you’re still my girl. It’s all just a state of mind, so lie back and enjoy the ride.