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The quarry and donkeys. Dancing around the rim, on either side the forest grows ever on. Either side of the path you walk upon, her scent is rapidly spreading. The vision of her sex, is never ending. Beneath the chalk, the skeletons reach up from their graves. They beg to see daylight once more, to… Read more
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Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into their thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, nightmares growing… Read more
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The insects are without dreams. They scuttle around without reason. Empty souls and lonely roads the lot of them. The proletarians, the workers. Call them what you will. They live in the gutter. They live without the stars in the sky, for they never look up. The women are condemned to shit out kids and… Read more
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Above everything else, I think about the frozen lake. As the music flows through the half open door, the falling snow creates her face. From the city to the sea, through the decorated trees. The landscape is hidden, the swans are invisible. Treading delicately, she melts everything around her. Winter sun, dancing souls upon what… Read more
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On child bearing hips, you sail to the sea. You swing, where hearts long to sing. Beneath a chestnut tree, with the failing sepia sun shining down from above, she spreads herself upon the fallen leaves. Her insides, they glisten blood red. Crawling towards her, my fingers dance upon her flesh. Scratching at my throat,… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 