Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Abuse

  • Always

    y’know, you’re looking for answers in all the wrong places always running craving some kind of mental clarity but all you ever do is push those around you away further and further each day y’know, if it wasn’t so tragic it would be funny and i’d laugh until my sides burst emptying my alcoholic guts Read more

  • Joy

    downing a beer after tasting another slice of death results in a quickened heart and a shortness of breath as the sun shines through the elms across the road into my room making me smile with a sense of joy i shouldn’t be proud of yet it’s just so hard to resist at times and Read more

  • Heavy Balloon

    downing a few beers and smoking a cigarette swinging on a busted tyre that hangs from a broken tree broken like teenage dreams yeah that’s just how it is how it’s always been they think I’m clean but I’m dirty oh so dirty and I can’t help but put this shit inside of me it’s Read more

  • The Lucid Tongues Of Sluts

    They think they know what it means, but what it really means, is stained into their hollow little bones. Yeah, the ones wrapped in cheapened flesh, painted for the eyes of all the non believers. In the plagued, desperate streets, they parade themselves as if it were something worth seeing. As if it were somehow Read more

  • Howling To The Moon

    Let me take you by the hand, and show you the horrors of what will be. Let me peel open my skull, and let the flashing lights blind you with abandon. My hands around your heart, I can feel the trembling waves of guilt that overcome you. The linguistics of my madness blossoming in your Read more

  • Skin Daddy

    I’m at the foot of your bed, watching you as you dream. My hands slipping in, my fingers spread existence wide open. They pick away at sweating sex. Always needing to taste, my mouth searches for yours in the darkness. My body on top, my teeth soon bite away. I’m a a bad machine, a Read more

  • The Monster That Jumps Her Bones

    Wrapping her pale skin invisibly, it carries with it the scent of dead romance. Shifting from one state to the next. Rock and sand, hidden wells and bones. Speeding past with no history to speak of, a landscape reeking of death and carrion. Spirits hiding in the shadows of heat and nudity. Killers picking off Read more