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If the seconds were to slowly disperse and there was no more time left to speak our truths, I would move towards you and place my lips on yours and as the atoms in our bodies separated and we became at one with the nothingness around us, this version of me would surely die… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: [Photo by Jimmi Campkin] Fawn We’d convinced the girl behind the screen to let us climb the church tower. We were both stoned beyond human comprehension – only nature could understand us now – but with her bored expression and indigo hair, we could see a kindred spirit. Arms… Read more
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It’s a Friday night, and as we sit at our table in the restaurant, you shake your head oblivious to everything and pretend to play the piano. Drinking your single glass of beer that you’ll make last the entire meal, you’ve still got over half left but you’re already tipsy, and when you see… Read more
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Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL: image- self The heights often scare me collapsing: with celestial bodies galvanizing, molesting only my skin crooked tree trunks, molten rocks, reside in the outer rim of my stomach The rituals die here each day, epileptic seizures, the concrete blood vessels begin to spit, spit and strive, my narrow… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: From the depths of my churning stomach, he pulls out my childhood and makes me puke so violently it comes out of my eyes. After wiping my face, he kisses my acidic lips. That’s when the world stops and the words start to fall out of me. The mustard… Read more
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The steady hurt of your beating heart. The still untangible death of Copernicus, and those tiny almost invisible hairs on your upper lip that tremble and pulsate when you see I’m nearby. But not now. Now you’ve got bellyache. I can tell by the way you walk. And you’ve been crying again, girl. You’ve… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Yesterday’s post was supposed to be titled “straight up” like a glass of whiskey with no ice. But I hadn’t slept and couldn’t think of the word “up.” So I spent this morning worried about how everyone is going to think I’m referring to my sexuality in the title. If you’d… Read more
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Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: Seven days a week and it’s a cycle that keeps going. With you on my mind, anxiety in my veins and then there’s the coffee I’ve been drinking at college, small round cups of styrofoam filled with sugary content and too much powdered milk, stamped with the words “coffee”. It’s overpriced.… Read more
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We’re walking towards that place I keep dreaming about. Every other night now for the past two weeks, it keeps inexplicably appearing just before I’m about to wake up. It’s a row of buildings in a part of town that’s off the beaten track. Half the buildings are boarded up, while the remaining ones… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: A Drift of Dead Comics by N. Ian McCarthy You lay, balanced flat across the colonnade of my fingers. A lower-left corner wags with the intervallic oscillation of a floor fan—the limb of a cotton bed sheet, straddling a clotheswire in the wind. You are almost a breathing thing:… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 