We wait in our room for the war to be over. We spoon beneath a hidden moon on a lake of frozen ice. From time to time it snows. From time to time we change our minds. Sometimes we’re lovers, enemies, strangers. Mostly a mixture of all three. When we fuck, she makes me choke her. Makes me squeeze my fingers around her throat until she can barely breathe and the tears roll from the corner of her eyes. When she looks up at me with her mouth wide open, I gaze at her teeth and think of all those days of my life now gone. Lost experiences. Scattered emotions. So many things I kept bottled inside that haunt me in the early hours of the morning when life is but a distant light on the horizon. And that horizon- how I see her dancing there like an angel drenched in the glow of a thousand Chinese lanterns that float in an ocean of night above her head.
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
wow, first thought was a knife cutting very deep- I see through this- the way you wrote it is amazing. There is an outer layer and then this huge deep core that you reveal. Unique and awesome I say
Thank you- I’m so pleased by your reaction- I really am. Your kind words are gratefully appreciated and make it all worthwhile š
My words are true – and I’m glad I can help reinforce what a great writer you are
I’m so grateful. I hope you have yourself a lovely day š
Ditto
This is amAzing as always x
Thank you, K x
yes it is very fine writing, amazing and awesome images and word play. I am always very very impressed! x
Thank you, Holy. I’m so blessed you enjoy my words. I will never take your support for granted š x
I will never cease to be amazed and a little green because every writer/poet wants to write like SK Nicholas š¤
Ah- you made me blush! What a comment. I shall sleep soundly tonight. Thank you, Holly š xo
xo Have a wonderful evening!
I always get a little lost in your language– it is like a rabbit hole that I fall down. “Sometimes weāre lovers, enemies, strangers” that feeling of unity but separateness even at our most intimate. And “So many things I kept bottled inside that haunt me in the early hours of the morning when life is but a distant light on the horizon” is a state I live in almost daily. Beautiful and sad and biting all at once.
Thank you for such a kind comment- it warmed my ravaged heart more than you could ever imagine š I’m so glad the words spoke to you- that’s all I’m after, because it’s the only thing that matters for the likes of us.
those of us who haunt the wee hours and cannot stop the racing of our thoughts, seeing the atoms hearing into the silence
Exactly š
This has been the only place I can say things like that and not get looked at like I’m crazy! But do believe we belong to a tribe who see and experience the world differently and the more I embrace that side of myself the harder superficiality and small talk are and the more I say exactly what I’m thinking regardless of the odd looks. Thank for making misfit writers like us feel less alone in the twilight.
We do indeed belong to a different tribe, and yes, once you see the world in a different light, it’s hard to pretend you’re anything else. It might mean a bit of alienation, but it will all be worth it š