Anxiety
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The touch of sugar on your lips. The early days of love in the dying nights of winter. The girl of your dreams, clinging onto hardened bones so tight you can’t sleep. Hand jobs and bite marks. Open mouths and falling snow. There’s a song that plays as you pull back the covers while… Read more
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There’s not much flowing through these veins tonight. There’s an absence of colour in my cheeks that reflect the missing pieces of a puzzle. The need for magic is strong, yet it hides away in the shadows. Away from my grasp, it leaves me feeling cold like the streets that worm their way around… Read more
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It feels as if our love can never be, then one moment in a sea of missed opportunities, I look up at the sky and realise. I realise how long I’ll be dead for when the air in my lungs runs dry. When I’m gone, it’ll be forever, and forever is too long to… Read more
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War will bring us together, just like dead leaves that fall in the wind. Babies as the bombs drop, and the taste of fine wine whilst the destruction of life flickers in the background. Closer through chemistry. Mouthing prayers whilst turning down one darkened street after the other, you cry yourself to sleep but it’s… Read more
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Snuffed out by her inner demons. Don’t speak to me about forests and sands, for they interest me very little, except for when they wash upon the shores of her inner thigh that is. It’s a natural thing, some kind of sexual turn on maybe. The way everything glistens beneath the moon. The way thunder rolls over… Read more
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Waking with a hangover, then spending the entire day in bed. It’s calm outside, and as the sun fades, my body repairs itself at last. An evening of beer and shots did this to me. Blurred faces and fragments of conversation litter my mind, and as the duvet protects me from dying light, tenderness is… Read more
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It always does. Kitsch despair, so in season like your favourite short skirt. So melodramatic like those pills you clutch tight to your chest. Alone as night falls, there’s no going back into the sun. You came undone through your own sense of self importance, and you still drop turds like the rest of us.… Read more
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When the words come, I imagine taking her from behind. When I come, I picture her open-mouthed to the empty heavens with a silent sigh escaping her tightened throat. The city so dark and dangerous, she looks out the window as I drink beer wishing I was dead. Living is so limiting, and the… Read more
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She stripped me naked as night came calling. Shadows everywhere save for between our bodies, the songs of childhood hallucinations could be tasted upon bare lips. Flooded subways as we shifted from one place to the next, she had the golden touch as somewhere nearby a car crashed into a launderette before bursting into… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 