Future Past
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Next to a fire with your heart dribbling onto the carpet. It bores me, I wish I were somewhere else. A kitchen where wine once flowed and cigarette smoke danced before my eyes. Green eyes, drawings for lovers, and a fleeting touch that became a kiss. Not any more though, for now it’s boredom, the Read more
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I should write again. It’s been six months now. Sometimes, though, it’s just easier to sleep and do nothing. I love falling asleep. Those thoughts I drift away with. Memories, fantasies. My body aches, and I’m always tired. I feel like I’m empty, but when the sun comes out, I’ll open my window and feel Read more
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My testicular scan is tomorrow, which is worrying, yet at the same time good, as I can get it out of the way. I’m pretty sure it’s due to a build up of fluid, but there’s always the chance that it’s going to be bad news, so I’ll just have to wait and see. The Read more
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There’s a girl who works in a local supermarket who dances for me every time I go in. One hand lowers whilst the other rises. She has tinsel in her hair, and a rubber band around her pouting mouth. Fix me with pins. Put those hands around my bones, and eat me up. A girl Read more
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Mating rituals on concrete. Certain people facing certain means of extinction. Snap their necks, and cut off their hair. Rip off their balls, and stamp on them until they bleed and bleed. Then, take their women, and show them what it means to be a man. Open up your skin by pushing in those fingers, Read more
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it’s like time doesn’t exist, it’s like everything is happening at the same moment, and it is, more or less, i guess. i heard some music and it thawed out my heart, it was the past slipping out of an ice block. those years that get behind you, they pull on those strings and make Read more
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Something I once wrote, six long years ago; the melancholy of a supermarket on a friday night is indescribable, it’s the saddest thing ever, watching all those people, all those traces of human existence, coming and going, it’s unbearable. i didn’t stay long but it was long enough to infect me. friday nights watching the Read more
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It’s summer. Broken flowers and blankets. Sunshine and books. Spreading, always. Through the trees, she swirls like smoke, thin as air. Everything’s hazy. The gaze, of no tomorrows. I lay in the bath. The chill of autumn, creeping slowly. The back of my aching throat, my aching bones. They call me bone daddy. Over the Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 