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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: What if i recklessly wrote three or four poems a day and sent them into the void of cyberspace where anyone from my little brother to my exes could read them until i was picked clean like the carcass of the rotisserie chicken my aunt sent me home with… Read more
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Running her a bath, he loses himself in the steam rising to touch his face. In the other room, she’s stood on her heels gazing through the window at the same time as smoking one of his cigarettes. The smoke ripples in the air, first above her head then down to her hips where it Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: When I stand on her footprints my shoe engulfs them, but the memory swarms across me like low autumn shadows. Her goosebumps are Braille to me, without them I am blind. Without my fingertips dancing across her arms, and down her back, I am lost. I live for touch… Read more
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Resting her head on his shoulder, X parted her legs, and as the light shone through the window, it tickled her thighs causing her to groan. There were invisible angels in that light, and as they licked the lips she never kissed with, he put his arm around her waist before bringing his hand up Read more
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The brandy burns and turns in her stomach, and as the snow swirls and curls around the weathered trunks of the watchful trees, the animals moved in circles leaving tracks that were soon covered by another layer of soft snow. It’s as if the belly of the sky had been sliced wide-open and the world Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: by Oldepunk I wasn’t always sure About the noise in the background Incessant, like the peeling of A grimace in rush hour massacres Pounding out the march of time To rounded pupils and bloodshot Veins that wrapped around conclusions They claim names remain inane I see some new faces… Read more
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As the animals gathered in the garden and the snow fell the way it did in the movies, X asked him to go fetch them both a drink. Something to warm their bellies. Something a little naughty. Grinning at him with sullen red-rimmed eyes, he held her face in his hand before leaning forward and Read more
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Originally posted on Samasya Tapasya: I’m not really talking about those who were born with red hair, but I’m talking about those who color their black hair red while going grey with the belief that the red will make grey less obvious while not actually making it black because putting black on black hair would… Read more
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Outside, the snow falls heavy, minute by minute, second by second. Inside, X holds him, not quite sleeping, not quite awake. Shivering as strange visions swim behind her eyes, the morning passes far from the grasp of the world at large. In the garden, the animals look up at the window, drawn to the one Read more
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As dust particles dance around their jaded heads, Paul McCartney sings about something, and as his words float through the room, she holds onto him as if fearful he might float off too. To her relief, he remains grounded, but that doesn’t deter her from clinging on with all she has. Pulling her knees up Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 