Author S. K. Nicholas

  It’s 4 am, and your image moves across every blacked out window and car windscreen I can see. The streets are voiceless, as are the trees, and as my mouth blows out a lungful of smoke, all that’s to be done is put one foot after the other. It rains, it pours. It sweeps… Read more

  Used to work in the homeware department of this clothing store. Sometimes, when the flesh around my fingernails would crack from being too dry, they would bleed on the towels I’d have to fold but fold them I would. It was working there that I met Sarah. After we’d been chatting for a few… Read more

  We are your lovers and sons and we are satellites that orbit the source of what drives us in this continual thirst for the truth. We are your bad machines and wicked children and as you swim through the stars we surf the cosmic waves behind you and cling to the strands of your… Read more

  Our love is a porno. It speeds like white horses and cocaine through the veins of those dying junkies we step over on our way to bars that never seem to close. Y’know, the ones that stink of beer and stale piss and the sweat of bodies aching for release yet of which are… Read more

  Split lip. Blood on my teeth. A forest that spreads like her legs on fresh linen as the animals wave hello from deep within. Smooth skin. Small ankles. Wine and trees and foxes and owls that howl and toot as we merge beneath grasping branches. Brunette. Blond. Tingling toes and eyes that search for… Read more

  Guarding the gates of heaven with one-armed scissors, we make notes in journals that will become nothing more than ashes. Embracing in the maelstrom, we come undone to a soundtrack of slashed throats and grinding teeth as angels pluck feathers from their dirty wings as they fall through the air before crashing through the… Read more

  Memories. Fantasy. Childhood. The denial of the adult world. The in and out that follows a bottle or two of wine that follows a night on the town that follows a trip to the cinema. Striped tights. Blue eyes. Hearts as pupils as black holes as we sink our fingers into popcorn while thinking… Read more

  As she swirls in circles, I eat fried chicken while trying to figure out the pagan alphabet. She wants me to scrawl certain words onto her torso- words of my choosing she’ll one day turn into tattoos. In four billion years, The Milky Way will merge with the Andromeda galaxy. It’ll be a wonderful sight… Read more