Reflections
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The place where we break ourselves. The bed on which we fuck until the sun’s swallowed by the hollow moon. London disease. Free way decapitation as I press my hands around your throat whilst gazing into wishful eyes. Solemn lovers. Melancholy sweethearts drunk on ideas and cheap wine. Books eaten instead of food. The dead Read more
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All avenues between our smoke filled mouths cast aside. Beer then whiskey as rain pisses down in the streets we walked as students. Clouds and trees and endless cars. Sadness a drug as you wrap your body in a tight city dress. Those legs in black stockings. Those breasts beneath the image of a Read more
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Daylight leaks through the window. Bottles of empty promises at the foot of a cold bed. Cigarettes stubbed out on books, and the stench of stale air blanketing pale skin. Time out of hand, the morning drowns all hope. Nausea and regret on her trembling lips, she’s just a girl of little consequence. Painted fingernails Read more
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The nights burn, and the mornings drown. All those discoveries made in drunken seas of creation, forever lost the minute my eyes open to face another day. The lonesome hours of the evening take me on a journey. They show me things others can’t fathom. The stars in the sky watch as my body dissolves Read more
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Piss stains on expensive carpets. Autumn leaves turned to dust between pages of explicit literature. Light a cigarette, stub it out. Masturbate to the sound of storms whilst stray cats drown in watery chasms. Smile at old photographs as your father sleeps the night away in dreams of cancer. The radiator leaks and drips water Read more
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Anxiety leading to depression, or maybe it’s the other way around. Drinking doesn’t help; that’s for sure. All that morning nausea and fear of the future. The fear of stepping foot outside the front door. Being sick in the kitchen sink. Sweat trickling down my face as I curled into a ball at the Read more
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Open the window and call to her from across the sky. Scratch your arms with glass out of respect for the faithful departed. Bow down and be free. Fearful of death, fearful of everything. Sex brings escape, but only to a darkness the likes of which will embrace me forever once I breathe my last. Read more
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It just comes out all wrong. My love and fear in a raging maelstrom with no answers on either side of the thin line we call life. He knows that this could be it, yet neither of us have the words to express what it all means. Caged by death, we try so hard to Read more
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The old man thinks he’s got cancer. Years of drink and cigarettes have taken their toll. He puts a brave face on, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s scared shitless. He’s wasted too many days. A failed marriage of thirty years haunting his every step, all he can Read more
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What scares me most; the horrors of the outside world, or what’s inside my head. They’re both pretty damned to be fair. Bad things happen to good people, but it should never be a reason to stop before you’ve even begun. Just because the path you’re walking is an unusual one, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 