It’s a kiss and it’s a week in bed unable to move. It’s a tree blowing in the wind and a plastic bag in a puddle. It’s the memory of the one you love and it’s the sight of a cat scurrying around in the rain looking for shelter. It’s years worth of writing and then a blank page that just won’t go away. It’s a wish for tenderness and then those hours that pass when you feel nothing at all. It’s the elation of emotion and then an empty chair that remains empty no matter how hard you try imagining something in its place. A shower to cleanse sin. A cigarette and cup of tea while watching daytime TV. There’s food but it leaves no impression. There’s a whole world out there but it’s all just so samey and blue. There’s pornography and alcohol and cheap kicks that are never far from itchy fingers, but what are cheap kicks when compared to that one true kiss? In the garden, there’s a dead bird next to a worm. There’s a taste in your mouth no amount of brushing will ever shift. The flavour of defeat. It clings like these clouds that won’t ever lift. And that bird. It flew so high, and now it just lies there. It once spread its wings and danced to the music of life, and now its feathers are soaked and its eyes as sunken as the dreams of those kids you used to go to school with. There was a time when they soared through the sky like Peter Pan, and then they became adults. They became worms. We all became worms if we’re not careful.
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
There’s a taste in your mouth no amount of brushing will ever shift. The flavour of defeat: What a line!
What a post!
Thank you!
I’m touched that it struck a chord with you x
Your honesty always strikes chords. It’s one of the things I admire about the way you write.
That’s very kind of you.
It may sound trite, but as they say, honesty is always the best policy. If we don’t speak what we feel, we deserve to be flushed down the toilet x
Unless we are speaking to cops!
But honesty is what makes a writer stand out. And it’s what makes good friends, to roughly translate the Greek version of the phrase.
Of course 😉
Definitely. It’s something I always try and remind myself of from time to time, because it’s so easy to slip into being bland and reserved x
Same here. It takes courage to be honest. Can’t say I always have it.
a wonderfully melancholic slice of life!
Thank you, my friend!
“It’s the elation of emotion and then an empty chair that remains empty no matter how hard you try imagining something in its place.” This, and the “…one true kiss”, touched me. But in truth, this whole piece did. I love honesty. I love truth. Increasingly I find that I’m disillusioned with those who can’t deliver that, and drawn more to those who can, and do. Thank you, Stephen ❤
I withheld my truth for many years. Never said what was on my mind. Was just a very closed-mouthed kind of guy. Now I take great pleasure in trying to get it all out, regardless of whether or not it paints me in a good picture. I think honesty, and those are aren’t afraid to be open whatever the cost are worth sticking with x
And so, we’re, all torn, between the things we desire, but bad for us, and the things we really need in our lives, but can’t get…
The eternal struggle. It’s a draining one for sure, and yet we should never give up searching for that state of being we seek above all else.
This is awesome from start to finish
Thank you very much! 🙂
You are welcome
Well-written and excellent piece.
Thank you very much!
“It’s years worth of writing and then a blank page that just won’t go away.” Oh how I know this too well!
It’s a terrible thing indeed, but one that is worth fighting against a million times over.