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She sits on a bench looking at nothing in particular. It’s dark and cold and she shivers as if she were close to tears and although she is, she pretends she’s not. It’s 2am. Some town. Some place. She exists in between, and although there are plenty of beds she could be sleeping in, there’s Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You left the room The vacuum you created Has me raking at my throat I frantically try to draw in air I look around and it seems I’m the only one struggling The only one who even noticed That you’ve gone My hand reaches out To your point of… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I should resist, but she has the confident glow of a seasoned drunk, smelling of cheap vodka and cherry gum. She does handstands and I watch those filthy, unwashed baseball sneakers form an arc; just missing a string to be a devastating bow. She hovers upside down for a… Read more
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My recovery position is on the far side of the bed. I’m sprawled out all biblical like. Legs naked and bony. Fingers curled and stained with her menstrual blood. The room dances with dust that settles on tissue papers full of my lukewarm seed and a sketchbook on the bedside table with drawings of her Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: My computer is propped up against my Keurig while I watch all the Kurt Vonnegut interviews I can find and cook dinner. Rice in the rice cooker and stories of the devastation he witnessed, mingle into appreciation. Frozen stir fry with stir fry sauce and paper plates piled on the table.… Read more
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She gives me a sidewise glance and a pout of her pinkish reddish lips as she slides on a pair of black tights. I like it when she wears black tights. Makes my vision go all blurry and my mouth run dry. She’s got pale, plasticine flesh, and a kiss that tastes of pine needles Read more
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A bottle of cheap white wine, and the image of you on a bed of silk linen changing from a woman to a goat to a star being sucked into a supermassive black hole. Just as you’re about to be ripped apart, I’ll come sniffing around, and as your heart turns to mush and your Read more
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I’m in the final week or so of editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers. Wanting to get it completed to the best possible standard and yet not wanting to drop off the planet in terms of posting fresh content, over the next few weeks I’ll be posting pieces not Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Far from my mind is the thought of what I may possess or what others have not A place between understanding, perhaps education is not the measure of a man’s knowledge and experience is only one of many I cannot find the sound of reverence echoing down hallowed halls;… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: DETECTIVE The light left when daddy died. The world started to get a grain over it; dimmer and dimmer went her waking life, until the doctor said it was all in her mind. Migraine auras, they’d said, without the migraine part sometimes, blind in this eye one day, blind in… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 