Author S. K. Nicholas

Death to hipsters and other strange dreams involving the feel of your ankles in my skinny white hands. Stomach cramps and hallucinations as those trapped in fallen skyscrapers levitate somewhere between life and death. No lights, only the shine of your smile as we race to uncertain ends. These careless lovers- how they falter left unattended. So many hearts discarded. So many highs as the waves take us to purgatory. Sweden. Helsinki. Old bookshops in London that sink into the Thames. I’ve seen the girls that peruse there, and their bodies keep me up all night. Mermaids with hidden charms, I wish with all I have to make them mine, yet they escape my clutches always. Sunday’s for lovers too busy searching for the meaning behind symbolism to notice those with curious eyes. Reading books regarding the crimes of Cary Stayner and Peter Tobin. I remember biting ears while soaked in the rain. The scent of freshly washed hair as November caressed our weary bones. The performance of lust; the acts that life never saw. Secluded souls walking hand in hand down English roads on the way to collect fish and chips for dinner. Each leaf that falls and every blade of grass that folds beneath our feet; one day the past will reclaim us, but not yet. Pour yourself a drink and watch with contempt. Drink is the other woman. She seduces with ease and never leaves. With every mouthful, I fall deeper in love with both of you. One without the other just won’t do. These words make sense; these images that burn my retinas help to ease the nausea that’s never far from rising to the surface. Haunt me to stoke the madness- haunt so that these nights bring nothing but fear. Blow my brains out and crawl inside. I want perversion where once there was charm. I want bite marks where once there were kisses. Bow down to torment and praise the agonies that scar what you are. She smiles somewhere in New York. She smiles in every bar I’ve glimpsed from afar. Such a body as that should be mine, and until it is, I keep doing what they say I shouldn’t.