Author S. K. Nicholas

Those empty vessels that slide away your tights, and those itchy, nicotine-stained fingers that pinch and squeeze your fleshy bits until you come three times like a lady. In a bathroom that’s never been cleaned, there are lines of coke that zigzag across a shattered mirror the same way God’s taken the time to etch Read more

There are bones in the garden. They rattle in my sleep and play tunes upon my teeth, but once I wake, they’re as dead as the pets they once lived within. The ground’s frosty. When I place my feet on it, my balls go rock hard and tiny. As tiny as Elton John’s Tiny Dancer, Read more

Notre-Dame burns and there are piglets on my mind, so many juicy, well-fed piglets. They burn too. Like a scrunched-up newspaper stuffed through someone’s letterbox and set alight at three in the morning down some quiet cul-de-sac off the beaten track. It’s one of those mornings where you drift for hours on end not quite Read more

The birds cut through the sky like a one-armed scissor slicing through velvet. They parted the electric blue curtain and X followed, laughing, singing and dancing as if she had never before done any of the three. Kicking off her shoes, she ran upon the grass leaving footsteps of flowers, for wherever she went, she Read more

Fetching the clothes scattered about the ground, I found myself shifting between two worlds; between what had been and what had yet to become, and all the time her song was a tidal wave, drowning me in love. Getting dressed as quick as I could, the summer sun beat upon my burnt skin. The pain Read more

With Herbie sitting in the palm of her open hand, X spun in circles and the world spun with her, as did the stars and the planets and all the moons, for she was the centre of all things, just as she always had been. With his little paws raised high to the sun, Herbie called Read more