Anger
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She’s silent. Chemistry, something something. Lips open, and a tongue pressed against blood-red gums. Eyes like a cat. Bright and wide. A poem inside that defies holistic minds. She stalks the shadows. She walks the golden line between pornography and beauty. There’s more yet there isn’t. The stardust of youth for hardened veins. No Read more
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Cunt cunt. The thrill of fantasy as you straddle me while hissing like a snake. Merging on the freeway, the threat of extinction causes our bodies to swell in neon sunlight. Burning wheels and hostages. Tyres around their necks, and the taste of your mouth as I part the hair that covers your black’d Read more
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it’s raining outside and i’m sickened blacked out and howling to the moon my guts everywhere chewed up like a plastic bottle left in pieces all over the floor being alone doesn’t bother me though not really i like the silence and my own company brings nothing but solace to think of her with another Read more
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All the lovers, desperately wanting to cling. Give in to lust, to the cheaply things that make us feel so good. Only human, only animal. All days spent bound to the chains of nature. Let it reduce, and let it seduce, you, into thinking it’s some kind of beauty. The pleasures of flesh, of being Read more
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Her tired painted face, aching with sexual prowess and sleaze. Some kind of wonder, leaving you choking on her remedy. It’s nauseating, and liberating. It makes you feel alive to know how many she’s slept with. To imagine how many hands and tongues have taken her to some higher plane. Obliterated all that she is Read more
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I’ve been sleeping all day pretty much. I’m tired, and my bones ache. Even a warm bath can’t seem to heat them up. My hands don’t belong to me, they go against my wishes. My body just won’t move. It’s given up so it seems. In my bed looking out the window, all I can Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 