Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Introducing Allie Nelson – Addict

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Addict – Allie Nelson It’s evening, and we’re both drunk as stoned birds, and you look like a young Hannibal Lecter and stink of corpses and rotting roses. I’m in bandages and heels, I cut myself on your broken bottles again, maybe because I hate myself or maybe because… Read more

  • My Ivory Tower

      Crouching down to stroke the head of an inquisitive cat, I’m at first reminded of you, and then of the Croydon Cat Killer. What if someone looks out their window and thinks I’m him? What if an unruly mob forms and beats me to death on the streets where I spent so many days… Read more

  • Intimacy

      Next to the bridge downtown, the one that disappears into the clouds, your shadow moves across fresh snow until it rests its head on my shoulder. You were once my girl, but now you’re my ghost. I’m sure you would take great delight in knowing this. Can just imagine the grin on your lips and… Read more

  • Walk the Line

      Electricity dances across the fillings in your teeth but you’re too bewildered to notice so you just eat your blueberries head down walking through streets that speak a language you don’t understand. Your life’s a mess of beer and headaches and newspapers full of chips and pockets of tissues and mints and filter tips… Read more

  • Daffni G.

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: I started this blog December 10th 2015 and have been bludgeoning away at it ever since. Writing on here has changed my entire life. I have gained new friends, more confidence, and become more accepting of who I am in so many ways. I’ve learned to love the lightest and darkest… Read more

  • Our Bodies Betray Us

    A.R. Minhas I’m drinking again And all I can think of is her           It’s cold outside           And the warm melted cheese of my quesadilla                    Embraces the foamy amber I keep talking about the time I fell in love And even though I know my friend is tired of me talking about her… Read more

  • Averil

      Beneath a dream of a black moon, I wrap these words around you. Beneath a sky that’s both mirror and womb, there’s an image in my mind of a girl against the world. She’s both higher than a mountain and as low as the belly of a snake as it slithers through blades of grass… Read more

  • Pins

    Originally posted on jimmi campkin: We cling to our illusions; smiles and holding hands and perfunctionary mechanical sex.  After we climb off each other we take turns in the bathroom to ‘freshen up’.  We finish ourselves off.  Neither of us acknowledge that we both know what we are doing.  The acceptance of this final ceremony… Read more

  • Against the Void

      These useless mirrors, they show everything and nothing. They show your image. They show your tears, but you’re not here, and that’s all I really know. These bags of bones that surrounded like sound, they drown me like the black waves that crawl to the foot of my bed each night hellbent on pulling… Read more

  • Downtown

      Away from the wind and rain, I took shelter in a no-name store along the high street. Wiping my face and warming my bones while stood at the cigarette kiosk, there was some girl next to a display case of cookery books written by that dick off TV with the big teeth, and this girl,… Read more