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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: It’s all been Russian roulette and the game was rigged from the start. So, you dear and distant god, what am I to make of these small moments between the hammer and the head? Allow me this thought: The clouds that are expelled from me into winter’s dusk… Read more
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As the wind and rain danced outside, I fell asleep after work and dreamt of her sitting at the foot of a tree. If I could’ve controlled the dream, she would’ve been touching herself and shouting out my name, but instead, she was reading a book or a magazine of some sort while oblivious… Read more
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Streets and stars and your feathered wings that are almost destroyed yet of which are more beautiful for it as you struggle to swim through a sea of glitter and used tampons. Stairwells and passing feelings and distant planets that call your name as you scratch your skin in the hope of feeling something… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: who kills, father time? time who kills: all things. startling with the drip of a chrysalis stuck threading in a tapered night that once slurped on breast milk and sour bread. a man where clearwing moths have suckled in. though he peals in fishnets, loud in a mouthy reservoir… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: You’ve got a big mouth and a red heart, and that’s why we are running away. Just a few minutes earlier we walked, arms interlocked, and now we throw them back and forth, urging our legs to go faster. The day had seemed so calm, and even when The Men… Read more
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There are outlines around their bodies that shimmer gold and white, and when I suck on my smoke and swallow another mouthful of beer, they move like the phantoms they are and from such a distance they seem so beautiful even though up close they’re as dull and blunt as the rest. In the… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: My cell phones been going off, but I’m going back into hiding. I’ve reached a place in my story that just shuts me down every time I go to continue. The only cure is less communication. I need to spray everything down with Mr. Clean so the germs don’t take over… Read more
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Halloween 6 is playing, and while I’m knocking back the wine attempting to create portals with words that just don’t seem quite right, she’s on her phone looking at photos of people she declares to hate with utter devotion. The main woman in Halloween has long, gingerish hair. She’s pale and slim, and in… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: He is the rain on a cold grey day— the arthritis that ravages my bones and when he breathes, it’s a Nor’easter wind— I’m blown apart; shattered; scattered; kicked about like autumn leaves, dead ? Unwritten letters from our post-mortem breathe life into her apparition Like the weather; she… Read more
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We look at the animals in the pet store. It’s a Saturday. A little after midday. She’s hungry and irritable while I’m doing my best to keep her from losing her temper. There’s a rat she wants. It’s a big dumbo one, y’know, the one with the ears. She’s got too many as it is… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 