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Photographs of demons, or just a girl growing into a woman. Stood outside the local supermarket as Peter Pan swoops down to take me away, my hands grow tight and throat even tighter. The traffic crashes, and my tongue swells to the size of greedy snake. Bay of Pigs. Breasts as oracles as symptoms of Read more
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In the throes of fucking, we come undone. Pink nipples while eating sushi from the torsos of whores. Veins full of tiny voices. Head-soaked lullabies while King Girl chases the dragon. Blood between her legs, and the way those eyes blink so pretty. So much suffering in an age of imperfection. In the eye of Read more
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The things we do to each other. The games we play unaware that they’re the most meaningless things we could ever put ourselves through. Imitations of life. Godless wonders damaged and washed up like a thousand old thoughts. Once so pretty, now just junk. Once so youthful, now a pale shade of a face long Read more
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Godless like a blowjob on the outskirts of a dirty town. Smeared mirrors on stained walls. A father kills his daughter. Breaks her teeth then tries to glue them back in. Throttled and betrayed. Purchased like cattle, and then slaughtered through ugliness. We the people, so dirty on the inside. Dress it up the best Read more
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These solemn days of digging holes in the dirt and sleeping through fear of the future. Was supposed to write after work, but after eating, I fell asleep while listening to the sound of rain. It poured for hours. There was no end to it, even long after I had closed my eyes. Dreams never Read more
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A dove white dress. A body adorned with bees. Exotic like a photographer. So cute and abnormal as the lens replaces your doe-eyed smile. Such a tight body. Such delicate skin just waiting to be soiled at the hands of this joyful ol’ ruiner. The taste of your lips in the rain. The shape of Read more
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timeless like time. fearful of every little thing. it’s out of my control. yet it creeps up my spine without me even looking. starless. so many stars yet none of them know my name. they should, yet life is cruel that way. grinding teeth in my sleep. sticking my thumb down the back of my Read more
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Drinking beer whilst gazing out the window. Random objects strewn across my bed whilst a cigarette is stubbed out in a makeshift ashtray. Shadows on the wall, they remind me of being a child, of the wonders of imagination. Another side to life that’s always out of reach. People die. People disappear along with impossible Read more
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We worship killers and lizards. Pig shooters on the cusp of dawn. Breathtaking displays of impotence. Read the book of the moon and decipher what it means to be alone. Kiss with lips empty. You can travel the world yet you can never escape the person you’re destined to become. Shaped by others and shaped Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 