Anxiety
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Pick up the phone. Put it down again. Sat perched on the edge of the bed; the heavens fall with you. Grass stains on your knees, the way it used to be when to be a kid was all there ever was. Before the great fall, there was a place we called our own.… Read more
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She gazes at her reflection in a parked car. It makes no sense, and as the city swells, her insides paint themselves all down the sidewalk. Cracked pavements and lakes out of view. Bandages to cover signs of personal anguish; to keep together a soul on the verge of coming apart. Parks full of… Read more
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As well as continuing to develop my novel, next year I’m planning to publish a book containing a collection of selected blog entries. Available in digital and physical form, it will house my own personal favourites, as well as those that have received the most fanfare. It’s a vanity project, but also a way of… Read more
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She lactates as my head goes down. Experiences submerged. Questions unanswered as her milk collects between us. Bedsheets soaked. Passion unhindered by passing storms and salivating delight. She washes in the shower as a million stones gather around her waist, joining the orbit of lifeless men and insects that have been there before. Cold evening.… Read more
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Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, and nightmares growing… Read more
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When I took her in my arms, she was spoon fed dead stars. Eyes wide, and the colour of frozen lakes. Black rainbow, with a halo above her wasted head. Crescent moon made of oil and snakes as it curved around the arch of her back. Would it make her tingle in all the… Read more
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It’s summer. Broken flowers and blankets. Sunshine and the pages of a book spreading always. Through the trees, she swirls like smoke, thin as air. Everything’s hazy. The gaze of no tomorrows. I lay in the bath. The chill of autumn, creeping slowly in through the window. The back of my aching throat, my… Read more
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Time. Words. The freedom of not being in a relationship, and the loneliness that inevitably follows. Solitude. The need to sever those ties, so stories have the space they need to breathe naturally. Neglecting lovers comes with the territory. A cruel bastard I am. A coward, more than likely. There have been several women… Read more
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Dancing around the rim of chalk, on either side the forest grows ever on. Further ahead along the path you walk, her scent is spreading rapidly. Visions of her sex never ending. Passing always, the flowers sigh as you move by. The trees speak of love, and they sing a song just like the… Read more
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With your perfect pouting face, do you think you can hold off the hand of time from dispensing you like a fly? With those impressive breasts, do you think you can seduce at will and deny the big nothing that lurks at the foot of your bed? Sex won’t save you from obscurity; it… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 