Love
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If my hands were to take you places. If these fingers crept along your thighs and circled the birthplace of wonder. If they pinched pinky flesh, there would be nothing left of the man you thought you once knew. In the back room, the place where dead flowers are strewn across make-shift beds. Drinking from Read more
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Muscles widened. Penetration. A baby falls from a balcony on the fifteenth floor. Sky-rise. Cauterize. Suckling the milky mother on the outer reaches of the Milky Way. Snowflakes adore her battered thighs. Knife in. Knife out. Act one, verse four. Father cries, and mother collapses with shortened breath. Phantom rage behind my ribcage. Entrails tied Read more
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One half of me pictures her on a golden plateau wearing a pretty skyline dress, her face painted cute with lipstick and mascara, so tempting like only she knows how. I walk towards her, my hands wanting, not caring about anything else. Ripping off her dress, I reveal a body I’ve taken so many times Read more
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Blankets consisting of cigarette burns. Dyslexic intent as she crawls deformed at the foot of my bed. So real despite the dawn of time that knows no end as my hand slides up her delicate skirt. A handful of hair as she pushes herself against my hips, the moon appears through the window with a Read more
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Passing ruins, these fingers tease repeatedly. Three in the chamber, and one in her mouth. A crow circles churches then collapses with no meaning. Blink at the sight of the seventh sun, come tumbling down with hawk eye blind reverse. Her flesh next to mine. Her mind a caterwaul of stars and non-dissolved prisms of Read more
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All those freaks. Those fucked up losers trying to cling to things that aren’t even there. Lost and weak. Heads full of stupid ideas. Hearts full of love with nowhere to go. Always fearful. Always regretting what can’t be undone. So many mistakes. So many wrong turns. But where’s the fun in fitting in? Where’s Read more
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Girl got a grin on her lips. All doe-eyed and cute. Butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. In her hand and on her belly. My insides burn as she squeezes tight. She ignites the monster that resides behind these cold, blue eyes. Blurred images. Dented craniums. Flashing lights on the flesh of her thighs. Snakes Read more
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A woman with a body of her own. My mouth around tender breasts. Sucking to elicit sensation. Sucking through perverse hunger. To taste a little flesh. To need the body of a lover, so she may flower before these pale blue eyes. Slip off that bra. Lay down upon soft linen. Let me tweak pert Read more
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Before my eyes, diamonds dazzle as we move through layers of time. Blowing rings of smoke, the lights above us disappear. Waters rising, our teeth touch as tongues taste secrets so reckless and divine. Glittering eyes, so wild with feverish heat. Shadows dancing beneath careless bodies, passions breaks the silence of shy minds. Hands on Read more
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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
Author S. K. Nicholas 