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When you suck the skin and leave a bruise, I lie there prone and defenceless. When the hours pass and I’m alone thinking only of you, shadows dance across the wall leaving me in a perpetual state of unrest. The fridge is empty, but I keep checking on the off chance I missed something.… Read more
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Down by the river on a bed of leaves, we shed our skin and touch. We are lovers high on romance. We are lovers drunk on each other’s bodies and a mixture of vodka and gin and random shots of something that has left us with tears in our eyes. With your hands above your […]… Read more
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In a stairwell littered with rubbish and stinking of piss, I look up at a man who isn’t there. In a parking lot outside a block of low-rise apartments, I’m stood smoking while thinking back to how things used to be. As the ground sways beneath my feet, the scent of your body carries in… Read more
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In the back seat of the car, there are empty cans of beer and fast food wrappers and magazines concerning the human form. Females. Women. Stuff like that. There’s music. Albums such as Animals and Meddle and sometimes Wish You Were Here. Wrapped in a plastic bag, there are sketchbooks with copious amounts of notes regarding… Read more
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Tigers. Mountains. Sometimes thoughtful. Sometimes nothing at all. Charcoal on your fingers. Smear it on my face. Make patterns on my torso and kiss me like you mean it. You with that small mouth of yours. You with those dirty fingers that move in slow motion. Rest them on my chin. Place them on… Read more
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She keeps a small photograph of Ian Brady in her purse. She says it’s because she likes his mouth- how it’s turned down and just so apathetic- but I think it runs deeper than that. Still, I love her all the same. When she sticks out her tongue as we spin in circles, I… Read more
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That diner we would sometimes eat at has closed down. Walked past it earlier today and there were old newspapers plastered over the windows. Just before, some guy handed me a pamphlet about Jesus. He didn’t say anything, just smiled as I passed him outside the library and that was it. Right now, it’s in… Read more
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Through doorways and windows into bubbles of being that pop at the merest of touches, I try to be gentle but everything always falls apart in my hands. Through the streets and alleys and cities and seas, I picture you in a black dress along with pouting, blood red lips. You could be evil.… Read more
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The morning begins with a cup of tea to take away the taste in my mouth. Beer and cigarettes mostly, but there’s other stuff as well like traces of lipstick and hints of despair mixed with cold sunshine from a balcony that belongs to my student days that has never left me. With dreams… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 