Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Abstract

  • Anthem For A Lost Cause

    Mausoleum scapegoats. Sentenced to death, we laugh in the face of sensuality. In the dying embers of a lifelong dance, we explode in the blink of an all seeing eye. In the face of god, we burst into vapour. Black tree. Branches in the snow reaching out through the midst of time. And all that Read more

  • Kingdom Come

    Convulsing speed freaks. Split straight down the middle. The sky is a glass mosaic. Marbles on the sidewalk. Grass as high as thighs. Deep in the heart of a static problematic. This machinery is a phantom. It’s just a relic of some other time and place. Wiped out without warning. Cut into pieces by rising Read more

  • Heaven Scent

    Distant galaxies. The gaze of her eyes. Stars and planets, drifting in eternal darkness. Love like snow, falling upwards towards the clouds. Flashing lights. Flowers in the rain bouncing like cigarettes. A sequence of events that comes together like bombs upon a fading eastern town. Cold and wet graveyards. Dead leaves on the dirty ground. Read more

  • Nature

    The nature of nature. Evil against women, and the evil that women do. All the animals, and all the trees, organic with sin. Hands of terror, reaching up from the core of whores. Persistent rain and wind along with all the insects in her belly. Hair and English scent stained into the fabric of what we are, Read more

  • Sin

    Flooded lands. Pretty girl in a city dress. Sensible, yet begging for release. Sex brings escape. It paves the way for some kind of nothingness. Years spent comfortable, yet never quite alive. Happy on the outside, yet aching within. Girl needs to feel a little madness once in a while. Needs to lose control in Read more

  • Pleasure Seekers

    Raised by feral wolves. Greedy for a little touch of something sweet. Lips turned downwards, like a spiral of delight. Hips of watery desire. Vanishing hands, but it’s not my fault. Nothing’s ever my fault. Unbandaged bodies, invisible to all but her. Birds on a wire. Skeletal Jews, victims of man made monsters. Frozen youth. Read more

  • The Maelstrom Of Our Hearts

    In the woods. In the forest. Gunshot wounds and flowering angel lips. Death, falling like leaves. Piles of rocks, symbols of witches. Broken branches, and shadows growing long like the day. Eyes for teeth. Tightened rope. There’s a river that flows back to the source. There’s a creek shaped like a womb. It gives birth Read more

  • The Midnight Express

    Hoisted into thin air. Stripped naked and brutally whipped. Flesh cuts and bruised like an apple. Body aches. A mind so tired. Alcohol numbed and stained with smoke. Sun scorched and distorted. Burning dogs running through the panicked streets of Vallejo. The midnight express. A state of mind. A way to visit places now lost Read more

  • There There

      From time to time, just let go. Sunshine and smiles. No barricades, only the sweet taste of summer. Eternal youth, so beautiful beneath a flowering blue sky. Sometimes I get so lonesome, but there’s more to life than meets the eye. These nights, they burn with secrets. There’s no controlling all that rages unseen. Read more

  • Waste And Perfection

    Wash beneath your foreskin. Be concerned by cancerous moles. Check for lumps. Hold your balls, and search for the end. Get fucked up. Fuck, like there’s no tomorrow. Drop acid. Drink until your insides bleed. Smoke until your lungs burn black. A vision of the future- an old man dying, pacing the hospital floor. Heaven Read more