Abuse
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Ink across the eyes haunting like a lover from the past. Lost places and faces grabbing my feet as I sleep. Lies woven into the very fabric of what I am. A series of images repeating like a stuck reel of film in an abandoned cinema. It rains and smoke curls around my hands as Read more
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She takes photographs of dead people. She captures herself even though she has no image. Eating barbiturates keeps her face from sinking. American dead. London vampires feeding all through the night. Pouting little piggies, wrapped in cashmere with nowhere to look but down. Gaze at beauty and reduce it to a mere object. Worship the damned Read more
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he’s handy with his fists likes to give her a good hiding when she steps out of line he does it ’cause he’s weak and she’s beautiful, like all women are giving birth to the wonders of life, all he gives birth to is an absence of meaning without her, there’s nothing of value to Read more
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sophie says i’m sick when i tell her i want to see what she looks like inside sophie says i’m sick when i part her hair and caress her breasts so pert beneath a floral dress sophie says i’m sick when my nicotine stained fingers pinch her nipples until the tears well in her pretty Read more
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in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes, Read more
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The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The Read more
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i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used Read more
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yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty Read more
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She’s curled up on the sofa in her pajamas. Or maybe she’s in the garden, sprawled on a blanket looking up at the sky. Light years and sunshine; comets and the taste of summer. Flies buzzing around her head, the hangover from the night before slowly sweats out of her. Sunday, the day when life and Read more
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The sun sets solemnly, visibly indifferent through the trees upon the hill. Light is fractured by an abundance of leaves that sway in the breeze. It’s warm outside, and the day is old. Hours pass, comforting, mocking. Dust settles upon tired skin. Yawning, collapsing and daydreaming whilst everyone moves on regardless. Colours fading, thoughts succumbing. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 