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As my hand gripped her bare thigh, her eyes dilated and she let go of the steering wheel. As the rain fell upon the windscreen, the vehicle hit the kerb mounting the sidewalk like a lurching drunk trying to find his way home. Reaching over her and pulling us back onto the road, she’d sunk Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Started this poem in transit between my home and manic states. Continued it somewhere between drunk sleep and barely awake. Dedicated to my darlings killed for cheap Friday night thrills, kissing in the backseat of a Chevrolet, I write this poem between being broken and telling myself it will… Read more
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We left the bar and waltzed through unlit streets, licking our lips and sucking the taste of alcohol from our fingers not caring for anything other than the prospect of what we were going to do with each other once we got indoors. Not being able to control the urges another step, I’d taken her Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Life passes, unfettered by the loss in us I want to touch the echo of you with hands time has counted twice Morning’s claw does rive mine empty mind From dreams more full And coloured than time aware. arid fantasy does drift away to morning dew upon lip of… Read more
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From somewhere in the distance comes the sound of music, and maybe it’s just me, but it sounds like Neal and Jack and Me by King Crimson. Stopping in the middle of a country road as the animals float on by, I turn my head to one side trying to decide if the music’s real Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I know damn well where the bastard’s been, but I ask him anyway, just for shits and giggles. He tells me to take a short walk off a long pier—idiot, stinking of another man’s piss and strawberry nudy-bar incense. He’d sat in his car getting blotto before going inside.… Read more
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From the night sky, a magpie swoops down and lands upon my back. Pecking me with its beak, it squawks into my ear, telling me which way to go. Soon after, it’s joined by another, and then another. Then comes a crow that grips my tail before clawing its way to sit with the magpies. Read more
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Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: He liked to chew bubblegum, kept it underneath his tongue, he said it made him feel grounded. More in control. Scrunched up poetry in messy handwriting strewn across pages in white he would hold them in his palm before it melted into a fist and it was almost like the words… Read more
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The animals move about me as if made of water. In slow-motion, they move through the night guided by the lights from where they came. From where I came, and she too. Perhaps we were both born in the heart of the same dying star which is why we were always meant to find each Read more
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X sits in her car. Head down. Crying. Even though she’s got her eyes shut tight, she can still see that version of herself curled up on the ground, people walking around her as if she were some kind of dog turd. She’d stayed that way for hours, too, hoping he would come back for Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 