Anxiety
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The days come around as if they never even left me. My voice is clear. Through repetition, I’ve become the man I always dreamed of being. A vision is worth more than money. It weighs heavier than a fast car or a collection of shiny possessions. It casts me adrift, but that’s of no… Read more
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Lost in the wreckage of a car crash with pieces of metal in your belly, I attempt to lift up your skirt, but you just push me aside. Teeth marks in my left hand while you play piano. Such beautiful sounds you make, but as the blood flows from our wounds, the atmosphere turns… Read more
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When being in public was too difficult, I’d picture her breasts squeezed together. When anxiety had me on my knees, I’d imagine those nipples of hers poking between painted fingernails. Keeping the sickness at bay, I’d have her nude and breathless beneath me as I did my thing. Getting lost in the possession of her body,… Read more
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In the moments that follow, my mind is elsewhere. In the months and years of uncertainty, sometimes you just can’t seem to find yourself. That youthful mind. That lucid voice. They were always somewhat lacking, and dulled into submission. As time passes, you lose sight of what you are. The magic that once made you… Read more
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Walk with me. Embrace failure, and be something more. Echoes of lost love while we waste these useless days. If only we could skip to the end. If only we could bend time to our advantage. Don’t be afraid of being alone. We were born that way, and we’ll die it, too. Cling to… Read more
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Selfish lover, always needing the utmost devotion. I can’t sacrifice my art, you should know that by now. There’s nothing quite like the taste of your lips, or the way your hips feel against mine, but vision is something that can’t be compromised. There’s nothing to show for it, and the years have got behind… Read more
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Past and present futures. The figure that waits at the foot of the bed. Grinning and insincere, all those mouthed nothings. Those half remembered deaths, exploding in childish minds. Fragments of skull, collecting dust and brittle to the touch. The hanged man, blowing from a tree in lonely fields of scorched corn. His fingers curled,… Read more
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Ladybirds and flies somewhere between the gates of heaven and hell. Writing as a gift. Writing as a curse. Waste yourself on inverted chambers others would’ve left behind at the very first chance, and as she wraps a towel around her head, I pull her close and sink my fingers deep within. Blinking echoes of… Read more
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Assassinated beauty. The death of innocence in the time it takes to say your name. Alison. A lover broken by the hands of another. Not a devil or a beast, just some guy afraid of the light in your shining eyes. A portrait of life in a captured still. Darkness always lurking. The big… Read more
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Early morning nausea, and the way her body reached out to be taken. With sounds of the nearby ocean in her ears, she didn’t hear me until it was too late. Revolving doors, and the underwear she picked out especially for all those that would find her. Such lovely eyes. Such a remarkable waist.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 