Anxiety
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Whores have feelings too, or so they say. But you just can’t get close enough, though, I mean, the thought of all those lovers. All those insects that have been there before staining themselves upon her. She does it cause she’s lonely. It doesn’t mean a thing. That’s what she says. But it’s hard to… Read more
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In fifty years or so, I’ll be dead. There will be no more tomorrows, not anymore. Most likely my body eaten by cancer, and then ravaged by fire. My remains scattered in a lonely cemetery, or perhaps kept on a mantelpiece in some tasteless urn. Maybe it’ll be sooner. Could be tomorrow, or next Thursday… Read more
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Old cement factories as she tip-toes across the landing wearing only a baggy jumper. The way the rain taps against the window as she slips between patterned sheets, it reminds me of a time before the great fall. Curled together, she bites my chest, yet I can only think of the necklacing video that still… Read more
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I looked up an old lover yesterday. She was the only girl I was interested in for the best part of five years while we studied together at college. She’s married with kids now and by all accounts living an entirely harmonious life. I remember the first time we made love. It was in… Read more
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The curse that’s wrapped around her, squeezing tight that slender waist. Vines constricting her breathing with sleepless nights offering nothing but regret. Smothered like a child and covered in bleach, the horrors of the past can never be left behind. Smiling through the pain she struggles, aching and lonely for someone who’ll help; for someone who’ll… Read more
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You can’t save yourself in the eyes of who you claim to love, just as you can’t hide from the one who looks back at you in the mirror. Bury yourself in work. Hide behind a facade as flimsy as a paper house. It’s all for show, and it means as little as a… Read more
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Her body, shapeless like a jewel. Suspended in space she shudders at the sight of all things unholy. Scratch your initials into the flesh of her thigh. Churchyards under starlight. A sequence of images regarding love and loss from autumn through till Spring. Place a wreath upon the lonely soil. Say some words to send… Read more
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I want to be alone. Want to kill myself a million times over and wake up the next morning in the arms of a lover who never says no. Pour me a glass of wine. Roll me a smoke and hold me close as everything comes apart. Let me suckle your breast as you… Read more
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Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball while sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, and the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy their magic,… Read more
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Drinking tea and cold sunshine, the Facebook memory informed me that it had been five years since Sarah and I had laid little Bethany to rest. As others sat around in the smoking shelter at work, their conversations drifted over my head as I looked down at the words written on that secret morning so… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 