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The flesh contains. It restrains us from becoming something more. Like the stars in the sky, we are infinite without even trying. Bones as prisons. The key to our demise. Shackled to self-doubt, the only thing that matters is to keep childhood madness alive. The adult world a deadened mess of machinery. Too many cogs. Read more
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My cock is deadweight. Pendulum swaying, this penchant for abstract features is disarming. It twists and it turns. Cancer man in bed with the lights turned out bright. Cracked tooth and sleeping dogs. Pigs on the wind. Seduce and destroy. The universal animals of delinquency. I write it down and I mark it up. Broken Read more
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We all praise the great deceivers. We all shine a light on the one and all. Bland little piggies falling by the wayside. No sincerity just comfort when comfort comes calling alone and betrayed. The world disappeared. Nowhere in sight, it fell into the big empty and never recovered. Such boredom when faced with broken Read more
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Speech therapy for lizards. The cold bloodied made warm using symbols of lethargy and sex. Open wide to catch a lullaby or two. Torn pages scattered down the road. Faded ink of words stained with the meaning of love. The look of want. The need to be in someone’s arms. Blown apart like landmines we Read more
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Torn chunks of flesh. Passing feelings like stars dying out of sight. Stood in a field with no one else around, we’re lonely like the trees. The horrors of moonlight. Pig children screaming for milk in distant malnourished spheres. Empty factories. Absent faces down memory lane. Wrapped in a state of mind. No words. Only Read more
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imprisoned by sexless desire purgatory circles/repeated to infinity shadows/machines/metal picking little engineers/always digging deeper chewing wires and tails/we long for release for some kind of escape in a darkened globe of terror/she shines like the sun as sweet as water/as warm as the sands of a secret shore the road is long/mistakes and regrets at Read more
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Scavenged bones. Lakeside lovers with hands entwined. In a head-on collision, vehicles pass from one phase to the next. Snarling faces a heartbeat away from martyrdom. Ornate patterns carved into restless arms. Crosses and lipstick. Embalming fluids. The truth of our fury, a ballistic bereavement. A first for creation. For pure waters where images know Read more
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Tiger man with teeth sharpened. She has vines and flowers bursting through ripened flesh. Others lose themselves beneath their softened shells because there’s nothing of interest to see. They escape beauty and replace it with the mundane. No visions. No tenderness. Just a mess of obscure mirrors and tired faces. Photograph your outlines, for that Read more
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Turn up the volume, and turn down the lights. Several faces where only one should exist. Scattered images of past and present loins. Sunken like breasts, and drowned in winter dismay. Parasitic brain, leaching through a lack of belief. Scars on the back of my hands. Inked words that have no meaning. Drawn symbols faded Read more
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Emaciated. Lubricated. Death and despair spreading willows from tongue to thigh. All those darlings suffocated so cruelly. Sluts in African plains. Vulture culture so plastic like modern sex. Jailed thoughts and hidden desires. From my mouth to hers. In his shadow, repeated until denial is not an option. Bodies in dust. Limbless limbs and a nebula Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 