Author S. K. Nicholas

Emerging from the undergrowth as she balances the moon upon her shoulders, I stumble into the road while shouting verse from some book I picked up in a charity shop. Dark energy is my biggest concern, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. Blowing bubbles as she juggles planets while dancing on black ice, the lights of passing cars bounce off her eyes leaving me blind and unable to stand. We go through life flicking marbles with no concern about what happens next. We stagger about pretending we’re fine, when really we’re just one step away from falling, much the same as me as I trip on the kerb singing my heart out to the dead gods that watch over our tainted heads. Throwing the book down to the ground as she spins in circles to the sounds of a downed helicopter, the night is nowhere, and we are forever. Or perhaps it’s the other way around? There are feelings, and yet I’m not sure if they’re even there. There’s love, too, but in the words of Tina Turner, ‘What’s love but a second-hand emotion‘. I ask her these questions but she gives no answers, she just tip-toes around me like a cat stalking its prey. Candles blinking in the windows of all houses, they look so pretty, just like the angels as they swim between the stars in the heavens above.