Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Lucid

  • Angel Breath

      Silently crying, she pushes away the door of the medicine cabinet. Seeking someone to rescue her, there’s no one save for the two brown eyes staring back in the mirror. Step outside in the rain, and take a deep breath to clear your head. Strung out like a lonely lover, there’s so much to… Read more

  • The Lighthouse

      Above everything else, I think about the frozen lake. As music flows through the half-open door, falling snow recreates her face. From the city to the sea, and through decorated trees. The landscape is hidden. All swans, invisible. Treading delicately, she melts everything around her. Winter sun, dancing souls upon what was once running… Read more

  • Monsters

      The days chew me up and spit me out as if I were a piece of gum, yet I’m still writing after all these years. While others settle down to become obedient little machines, as night comes crawling, I’m far away, dancing with the shadows that haunt my mind. They don’t all haunt; some… Read more

  • Surf the Night

      I kissed your throat, yet I still hate myself. There’s no destination I have in mind, not even your bed. Not even the drunken swaying of a man whose bleeding himself empty for the sake of his art. Or maybe it’s a lost lover, forever haunting just out of view. Either way, when I… Read more

  • One More Night

      As I write, I imagine you naked on my bed with an abacus upon your belly. Sliding beads of infinite numbers, you watch me while I pluck illusion from the moonlit sky. Blinded by the dazzling lights of memory and truth, the cigarette drops from the corner of my mouth. Hands around your legs.… Read more

  • Choke

      Some people know nothing. In fact, make that most of them. They know little of love that’s for sure. As for pain, they think they know it, yet what they feel is only the tip of the iceberg. They’ve only scratched the surface, and it’s a long way down to the bottom. It’s at… Read more

  • Fatalism

      Like Icarus being spat out by the sun, or the arrows of Saint Sebastian protruding from your swollen belly. To devour flesh and wine. To feel the pain of childbirth, and to taste the fear that keeps you in its grip as the midnight hour slowly ticks away. Past block after block of empty buildings,… Read more

  • All I desire

    Life is tale of endless missed opportunities and lost love. It plagues my dreams, forever disturbing the thoughts I live for. It lets me down. People let me down. You have to become like them, that’s how it goes. Written in stone since birth, there’s no other option. Either you mirror everyone else, or you… Read more

  • Rise

      What the soul can take, and what it can’t. What the mind can withstand, and what ultimately makes it cave in. All the oceans of pain and suffering that have pumped through my veins, and still I can’t rid myself of her eyes. The days of crushing routine, of suffocating in my self-made vacuum,… Read more

  • Black-Eyed Angel

      No force can stop destiny, no man to keep the tigers at bay. Set yourself on fire, and breathe in the icy waters of your mother’s womb. Black-eyed angel beneath bedsheets so warm against the horrors of the outside world. Her fingers dripping with blood, her wounds speak of the exotic. Cervix canals spreading… Read more