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When she opens her legs, I see not only flesh and birth but prisms and sepulchres and the eyes of spiders and the eyes of God. Her legs are smooth and her sex shaven. On my belly with outstretched arms, I look inside of her and see the south coast of England, a pier with… Read more
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Jumping a red light we recite the words of Bukowski to make us stronger. Hitching up your skirt you watch my fevered reaction with glee and flash those blood-red gums of yours. Orgasms. Suburbia. Redheads into brunettes as young lovers become estranged in the time it takes to chew a nipple. Sometimes there’s milk, and at… Read more
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I’ve heard that love can only be felt and not seen. In this moment though, when you’ve taken parts of me with you and abandoned me. In this moment, where your voice echoes from wall to wall and imprisons my soul. In this very room, there were bodies intertwined and moans exchanged. In this moment, […]… Read more
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One Thursday morning in the month of July, I was born with my mother’s umbilical cord wrapped tight around my throat. In those first suffocating moments, dark forces were against me and have been ever since. The nature of being and the energies of dead galaxies- how they caress and scratch my face in… Read more
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Sheltered from the sun as the bees and birds circle overhead, I sink my fingers into the warm earth wishing to take one step closer to her. Removing each digit one after the other, I rub the soil on my right forefinger across my gums as if it were cocaine. I’m in the place… Read more
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When he pulls out I kick him and tell him I’m sick of his shit. There’s a woman out there who thinks about taking her Wüsthof Classic to her man’s gut. Horizontally, right across his belly button. She thinks about how it will feel to push the knife inside and if it’s possible to keep […]… Read more
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Somewhere in Sweden earlier today, Stockholm I think, a truck ploughed through crowds of shoppers before crashing into a department store. They say it was another terrorist attack and that several people have since died. Around the same time, I was sniffing my fingers imagining what she looked like with no clothes on, and… Read more
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Stood there looking at myself in the mirror above the fireplace as the sun was coming down, everything outside seemed so cool and sublime. Shifting from one foot to the other, I was inspecting the shape of my balls, which for the time being at least appear to be cancer free. Belly’s a bit… Read more
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Woke up and showered then had some cornflakes and a cup of tea before getting the taxi to the hospital. The driver told me he had four kids. He then mentioned how impressed he was that I was looking after myself, because so many people are lazy and smoke and drink and don’t care… Read more
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Cigarettes and spent cans of Red Bull collecting rainwater the morning after the night before. Tit-wanks and ashtrays brimming with dead insects on a balcony overlooking a landscape that resembles the insides of her thighs. As we read Wilde in empty bathtubs dressed in pyjamas and stinking of sin, the old town is blanketed in… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 