Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Throat Kisses + Souls + Light

      Inside of this frazzled cage of a man, there’s a poem about your eyelashes and the halo that resides above that autumn head of yours, but I’m too lazy to write it. Perhaps I’ll leave it for tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. It’ll get done, so don’t rush me, girl. There are… Read more

  • Evols

      Tea and toast and lazy limbs and lungs that breathe in dust without thinking. Then you on your belly kicking your legs while reading a book, and my hands. My itchy hands and itchy fingers. They creep and scuttle like a spider as I spread and see what you look like even though I already… Read more

  • X’s Room

      It’s raining and your lips are red and your breasts are the shape of my hands. By the side of the bed, you spray yourself with Dove deodorant. It gets right up my nose and makes me want you. It makes me stutter as you stand on tiptoes looking out of the window at… Read more

  • Petite Mort

      In the hours between night and day, we sleep like foetuses, and yet despite our calm, there are bite marks that cover our torsos as well as stains on the sheets on which we now rest. Blood. Come. Sweat. Piss. They glue us together, as does the desire we both share to see the… Read more

  • Beside You in Time

      Drunk and stumbling down some street I’ve walked before yet can’t name or place, I’m certain that time exists on all levels. The past, present, and future. It’s all out there. All those versions of me, and all those versions of you. They’re still alive. They can be touched. They can be seen, and… Read more

  • Smelly Heroine

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: To live a life of no meaning would destroy me. To work a job that baited me with hope would send me into a catatonic state, I’m sure, from fear of being stuck in a place that tortured me every live-long-day. Oh, the hope I’d inhale and vomit up on my… Read more

  • Dreams of a Life

      Slow days. A slow life. Some dreams to keep you company and some reality that does its best to keep you chained to the rest of them. It rains from the moment you wake. Rains and rains and pisses it down and you can never figure out if it numbs your confusion or just makes… Read more

  • untitled

    Originally posted on samantha lucero: my scent, not his scent, but by some changeling blood could spread the same smile on halloween. on christmas waking up in blankets it didn’t fall asleep in. there’s bricks that hold down a red bottlebrush flower from 1994. remember, she called you honeysuckle, and thought rats had no bones.… Read more

  • You Are Your Own Light

    Brush your hair and scrub your skin. Wish someone wanted you. Wish they needed you as much as you needed them. Hide away. Avoid others. Cry some tears but don’t let anyone see, because to see you like that makes you weak, right? That’s what you always told me. But baby you gotta know that… Read more

  • Hold You

      You’ve got the huff and the puff and you keep trying to lose me but I’ve a hold of your hand and won’t let go. You tell me you’re going to leave, that you’ve had enough of me, but you’re just hungry and I know by the look in your eyes that once you’ve… Read more