Anxiety
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These old ghosts. They stink of dust and candle wax. So many broken promises, lost love, and letters to the dead. Haunted by the coming of autumn and the falling of dying leaves. Fields of corn where I escape to when reality becomes too much. She sleeps so tender yet her tongue is cursed.… Read more
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The cat keeps on looking at me. I throw a marble at it, and he runs into the kitchen and sulks. I’m tired, so I drink another beer and study my Christmas presents. Earlier, I received a message from a girl in America. She thanked me for existing. It made me feel less like… Read more
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All day long I’ve been bombarded with other people’s opulence, so much so that I prayed for war during the Queen’s Speech. When I calmed down, I watched in silence as rain got in through the window and extinguished my candle. I’m angry, yet do nothing about it. Too many whiskies last night has… Read more
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Three stars upon her forehead, and the discovery of adult literature as she hides in the undergrowth. Piano music to drive away monsters lurking in early morning sorrow. Addiction, sometimes chemical, sometimes creation. Growing a beard to summon past ghosts, only to shave it off while bored and lacking in emotion. Nothing touches me… Read more
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In a constant state of unrest, my eyes are orbital hell. In a perpetual frenzy of feeling, she undresses without having to be asked twice. The lights of passing cars come and go while we smoke in the shadows. Dead leaves and stomach ulcers as the crowd disperse without knowing who or what we… Read more
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These bags of bones. These humans so captivated by all that’s useless. Bodies that grow old and dreams that die along with the last days of childhood. You’re so beautiful, and yet you’re in love with climbing the golden ladder that leads only to death. Fitting in. Succeeding with others. I should worship these… Read more
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I want to fuck you on the shores of Fukushima; to taste all that’s toxic about your body and damn myself in the process. Beer doesn’t work the way it used to. The memory of your face duller with every lover, my tendency for adultery’s hard to resist. It’s in the search for more… Read more
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It happens when you’re not looking. Unaltered shadows and bodies that speak of employment. Lift up her skirt and witness the cables and computer screens that have replaced her sex. Lose yourself not in expression but the life pursuit of money. That’s what you say, hey? Photographs of identical beings, of ignorance and want.… Read more
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This world drags me down. People drag me down. I’m tainted by their cruelty, by their inability at seeing the beauty that surrounds them. The visible. The unknown. The magic of what it means to exist in a universe brimming with chaos. Sometimes I can’t take it. I can feel the tears in my… Read more
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The Christmas tree is up but not decorated. I couldn’t muster the energy. Young lovers pose for all the world to see, and I want to tell them it’s all it’s cracked up to be, yet that would be lying. The beauty of love is when everything falls apart and the truth inevitably outs. The… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 