Lucid
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All I want is to be alone. Sunshine through the dirty blinds; a lack of oxygen watching American Psycho for the seventh time in a week. I am an exit, but deep inside I wish only to be beautiful. Self-preservation. Denial in the face of crowds. Illusionary conditions while drinking tea watching the morning… Read more
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It’s in the passage of time that passes invisibly. Sometimes, I want to hold you close and say it’ll be forever; only there’s too much junk keeping us apart. The words do their best to pick me up, yet it’s so easy to revert inwards and not feel a thing. I change my mind;… Read more
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Your country is the night, and I’m just a stranger on foreign shores. Those underpasses and the taste of electricity on your neck; they make me shake with rage. Fantasies about the times when pleasure and love were all there ever was. Serenade them as if they were the sun, just make sure never… Read more
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When everything falls apart, the world stands still. The moment when the precious nature of life is laid bare; there’s nothing we can do but fall as they do. Hold close the ones you love, and never let them go. Cling to those who move you, and promise me there will never be a… Read more
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They say they mean it, but offer them a way out and they’ll surely take it. They say they believe in love, yet look at how easy it is for them to fall into the arms of another. Such wonders to be found in the glory of chaos. Such bewilderment in simply being. Yet… Read more
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Sacred sighs, lost in a sea of time. Bodies and souls, from a world before the fall. Original sin passed from beast to man then back again. Melancholy makes us feel real. It keeps us from becoming machines. A true state, not tainted by cheap glitter or modern progress. The progress of eradicating passion and madness.… Read more
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An intake of cold breath and the distance between our hips is reduced. Shapes that move beneath your dress. The steam from my mouth; how it covers every inch of what I desire most. More than a woman yet these hands know only lust. Sometimes, pleasure gets the better of personality, and it shames me always.… Read more
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She’s silent. Chemistry, something something. Lips open, and a tongue pressed against blood-red gums. Eyes like a cat. Bright and wide. A poem inside that defies holistic minds. She stalks the shadows. She walks the golden line between pornography and beauty. There’s more yet there isn’t. The stardust of youth for hardened veins. No… Read more
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Old cement factories as she tip-toes across the landing wearing only a baggy jumper. The way the rain taps against the window as she slips between patterned sheets, it reminds me of a time before the great fall. Curled together, she bites my chest, yet I can only think of the necklacing video that still… Read more
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The curse that’s wrapped around her, squeezing tight that slender waist. Vines constricting her breathing with sleepless nights offering nothing but regret. Smothered like a child and covered in bleach, the horrors of the past can never be left behind. Smiling through the pain she struggles, aching and lonely for someone who’ll help; for someone who’ll… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 