Author S. K. Nicholas

I don’t want any kind of love. I want a love that kills with every breath- so take my hand and witness the horrors that haunt my nights. Witness the pain and mutilation that stalk the sidewalks and tell me you see beauty; tell me you can feel it- that you can taste it with every mouthful of dead air that slides down your throat. Keep my gaze and speak words that cut through my flesh like a blade. I want you to walk into my life and shatter all that binds me to the past. Come crashing in and obliterate everything that pulls me under. Dance in the smoke of my cigarette; be wild with your visions, and take me places no one else has ever shown. To the bottom of the oceans to the fires that burn in the center of the city. Gunshots as we fuck; bloodlust on our lips while others merge on the freeway. It’s in the way I take you; it’s how I make you surrender. Keep with me, obey. Do as I say. A perfect storm of teeth-marks and clenched fingers. When your soul tells you it’s okay, I want us to gaze into the abyss. I want the tears in our eyes to never end. In the trunk of an old car. In all the decaying buildings and burnt out ambulances that silently call our names. In the skulls of every non-believer, and in the deadlights that shine only for those who choose to revel in their glow. In the fall of all we know, we shall rise. We shall rise, and we shall be everywhere. In the reflections of your smile as the clouds swallow the moon, swallow me and I’ll swallow you. Leave it all behind. Let your heart sway as I place my lips on yours and take you to another place. If you’ll be my woman, I’ll be your man, so give yourself to what you don’t understand.