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Confined by design. Through streets of apathy we bow down to crippled crows and absence. Chaos. Reined in dismay. There should be something more, but it does nothing but bore. Eclipsed by half-formed shapes on the side of her face, she riddles me with a kiss. Olden weighs, soaked with beer and love. Heavy shadows, Read more
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Receiver of semantics. Crushed like skulls, crack’d and fuck’d to kingdom come. Racks of angels, juicy like a peach, ripe beneath a darkened sun. Husk. Lonesome rust, left out in the rain for untold years. Tired, wired. Tripping on lines and fingering holes of abstraction. No exits. Only solvent abuse and acid reflux. Split down Read more
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There’s a place where lovers go. Dreamers and monsters too. There’s a state of mind that brings nothing but bliss. Escapism. Truth and stars. A vision of perfection. The maze of flesh and brains temporarily subdued, all rules are betrayed. An intake of breath, and a cry of delight. Toes curled; fingers bit by teeth Read more
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The train tracks of adolescence, cut me in half. They suffocated the boy-child, and turned him into a broken man. But the child lives on, through paintings and words. My body is battered and bruised, but my soul is blue, like endless skies on a summer afternoon. All those sundays, when tomorrow never came. Reach Read more
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I pluck teeth like feathers. I fuck like a machine. Veins and fears of the future. The tears run down my face, my heart beats with unstoppable salvation. Take my hand, and let’s surf the wave. Take my hand, and cocoon yourself with me far away from pain. Eyes of snow, you smile like an Read more
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Outside of time. Floating through cold, empty streets. Trapdoors. Changing hearts and a raging war. The war of my insides. Boredom snuffed me out. It rendered me numb, somewhat dumb. Looking up at distant suns, we laid there in a garden so green, bathed in truthful moonlight. Meteor showers, scuttling spiders so fragile and quick. Read more
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In torture gardens, the bodies hang from trees. They swing, and they sway. Singing her name, the sky swallows a handful of flowers. Lipless and sucking, it showers them with saliva. Oranges, daffodils, rolling down the hill to the cusp of her dress. Beneath it, the oceans swell. They circle stars born from her womb. Read more
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Between the layers of my mind, thoughts shift without time. They come and go as they please, never daring to introduce themselves. They come dressed in sheep’s clothing, puckered up like whores kissing the shattered asphalt. Sometimes, they grip me and won’t let go. They seize me and shake my bones. Always ready and willing, Read more
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Riddle me this, with larks rising and eyelids carved with symbols. In ivory tusk, she stalks the ground and spreads herself real good. The nature of my linguistics, found in the room without darkness. In the second sun of Autumn, all divided hearts are replaced with crescent moons. In the shrinking fathoms of our fathers, Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 