Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Anxiety

  • Sweetheart

      In my hands, there’s a storm with your name on it. On your belly, I spread my truth and demand you look at me. If you can’t look at me, you must be lying, and I don’t want a lover that’s afraid of coming face to face with how things really are. In my… Read more

  • Painted Suns

      Hand in hand along the promenade, we walk without talking, but there’s no need to break the silence. Idle chit-chat just won’t do. No words at all will do because the feelings we share in just one glance says everything that needs to be said. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s no drink in me tonight,… Read more

  • Bad Seeds

      The glow of the alarm clock washes over her face as I sit on the edge of the bed smoking my cigarette. A little rest was all I sought, but for now, it evades my grasp. Holding her ankle within my greasy hand, she mumbles something in her sleep, but I’m too busy going… Read more

  • Amputation

      In the void to my right. On the freeway near the lake where lovers go to bathe during spells of warm warmer. By my side while the rest of the world slips into the maelstrom. They chatter and spit and hack away and just don’t know when to stop. They peel back my foreskin… Read more

  • Black Sands

      When she undresses, I close my eyes and taste chocolate toothpaste cake. Y’know, the pudding they served back in school when we were kids. It’s been years since I ate the stuff, but when she stands there before the window without a stitch on she opens so many doors within me, that shit just… Read more

  • Magic Man

      When she closes her eyes, she sees suicide and the sharp white teeth of foxes and waves that rise for miles before crashing down on all the lonely people. When she slides beneath the sheets, and her fingers glide this way and that, she sighs while trying to remember his mannerisms and the look… Read more

  • here comes summer

    the dreaded summer nears. nights are sweaty, clothes feel too heavy. the familiar drag of extra-flesh burns down, the joys of midnight feasts and cravings satisfied twinkle out under visions of bumpy thighs, and purple-striped stomachs. but this year, something stirs in the bikini-body biosphere. the tanned and toned find themselves among a rainbow, a […]… Read more

  • Utopia

      Daylight trips as we cut through the streets drunk and oblivious to pretty much everything except for the beat of our hearts. Sounds come and go but in this perpetual moment, we have no use for them. You with that body. You who evaporates as I blink away the rain only to return with… Read more

  • Lost and Found

      There are footprints in the snow that lead me to a version of you I know so well. There are memories of who we used to be that don’t belong yet of which still linger. The hours pass in due course. The eyes of those I have gazed into during the dark silence of… Read more

  • The Terminal Show

      Woke up and trudged to the bathroom and squeezed out a turd and thought about parallel universes as your image flickered through my irregular head like a flashing neon light. Yawning and groaning, I wiped my arse then jumped in the shower and washed away my sins wondering what it would feel like to… Read more