Anxiety
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Listening for sounds of footsteps while nursing a hangover. Crawling to the toilet, and puking not only last night’s alcohol, but stomach bile so shiny and yellow it blinds my tired eyes. Insides obliterated, and head on the verge of coming apart. Existence too much, I sit in the garden and look at the weeds.… Read more
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The sky is blue, sometimes grey. Clouds and rain, passing in due course as sirens cut through the air disturbing my sleep. Closing my eyes, I try to get back to that warm place, but slowly it fades leaving me cold and alone. I was having a dream about Sarah at the time she… Read more
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Like Icarus being spat out by the sun, or the arrows of Saint Sebastian protruding from your swollen belly. To devour flesh and wine. To feel the pain of childbirth, and to taste the fear that keeps you in its grip as the midnight hour slowly ticks away. Past block after block of empty buildings,… Read more
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Found a poem I wrote a few years ago, back when I wasn’t writing: They are celebrity Respectably Socially The epiphany of what we are They taste the sun It turns them on It makes them feel At one with God They think I’m waving Yet I’m drowning No substance here Just white-teethed-fear They think… Read more
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The lonely eyes of a girl who stands alone before the universe. The cracked bells of a church she wished to be married in, now tolling her death march instead. Blood-red gums. Blowjobs to prevent suicidal thoughts. Scars and train crashes and the stink of alcohol on her favourite dress. Everything hurts, and no… Read more
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If my hands were to take you places. If these fingers crept along your thighs and circled the birthplace of wonder. If they pinched pinky flesh, there would be nothing left of the man you thought you once knew. In the back room, the place where dead flowers are strewn across make-shift beds. Drinking from… Read more
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There’s a girl who works in a local supermarket who dances for me every time I go in. One hand lowers whilst the other rises. She has tinsel in her hair, and a rubber band around her pouting mouth. Fix me with pins. Put those hands around my bones, and eat me up. A girl… Read more
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Life is tale of endless missed opportunities and lost love. It plagues my dreams, forever disturbing the thoughts I live for. It lets me down. People let me down. You have to become like them, that’s how it goes. Written in stone since birth, there’s no other option. Either you mirror everyone else, or you… Read more
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We don’t speak. Either one of us could be dead for all the other knew. Memories dim with each and every passing year, and as I’m writing my tired heart into submission, I feel like I’m losing the better part of me. It feels that with every sentence, I’m trying to get back to… Read more
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Excavate the ruins of her jaw. A muted dialogue of sores as she once sang so beautifully. Bring me fingernails. Bring me illusion. Bring me a plague to give to my lover. They won’t be missed. No, they’ll never be missed. A concave oral, from the mouth of her preacher man. They said I… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 