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Brother and sister. Lovers against the grain of the world. Lovers against the rules of what love should be. Through the distant years that have steadily dimmed, you can see them silhouetted before the sinking sun. The barren lands sighing as their breaking hearts long for release, it’s the moment they’ve been waiting for. The… Read more
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Outside, a darkened sky. Trees with no leaves standing motionless and lonely. The nature of love, haunting and faint as the lights of town shimmer far away on the horizon. I’ve run myself a bath, although it’s too hot at the moment, so I’m waiting for it to cool down until I can slip in… Read more
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Symbols painted on her flesh, she flowers before me whilst uncrossing her legs. Black stockings and swirling smoke for eyes, somewhere over the desert a plane crashes into the sand causing a smile to spread upon her trembling red lips. All those unmarked graves, those lives that disappeared without a trace. In the lonesome diner,… Read more
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In coitus with shadows and sleeping with ghosts, it’s mirrored in her eyes. Descended from Bethlehem, I’m fragmented by the sixth sun. Particles of memory hidden beneath her city dress. Bursting from a ring of stones and circling the aged truth. Cutting and slicing at tired flesh; we’re moving beyond the cage of human remains.… Read more
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Drifting aimlessly in the rain, they search for signs of life all night long. Along all those pathways, past all those doors that are never open to them. Out there, the sorrowful ones, falling silently in the dark. Their smiles faded, theirs eyes sunken through years of being lost, they wander unseen in the shadows.… Read more
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Mental Illness. The unraveling nature, of thoughts beyond your control. The way your head eats away, the way it flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva and not enough love. Your mind is not your own. It is, gone. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it… Read more
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The hours passing slowly. Pacing the floor, with bodies outlined in chalk. The rain outside ceaseless, aching bones, all too restless. Like the grave with spirits stirring within. Those who have gone before, all they want is to come back, to be warm once more. Being dead is lonesome; it’s a solitary pastime. On stormy nights… Read more
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The trembling walls of pink flesh. Flowers that look like sex organs. Flowers that eat sex organs. Picked clean out, the throbbing nature, of a darkly act. Behind closed doors, beyond the prying eyes of strangers, the things that are to be done. They tickle and sting. Fantastically, they sing, of all things wondrous. The… Read more
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Further away, you slip into your childhood. Beside yourself with fear, happiness is a relic. The days pass with reluctant uncertainty. Each one a wasted opportunity. The window to your future is boarded shut. Nailed. Hide away, disappear in the rain. Disappear in words. Close your eyes and picture yourself on a beach. Windswept and… Read more
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Time goes. It flows, and it slows, everything down. There’s a place you want to be, but time wont let you, not yet anyway. It rains and it pours, every minute, of every day. Pissing down, the clouds float ever on above your tired head. The days drift along, like ships lost at sea, shipwrecked… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 