Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Art

  • Where I end, You Begin

    And I howled to the moon when the walls of my mind broke down. I howled with despair when everything fell apart, and no one was there to save me. All alone and crumbling like a dead flower. It hurt and it burned. Down and out with nowhere to turn, all that was to be… Read more

  • Howl

    I bought a mask so I could howl to the moon and feel like it meant something. I’ve been howling for years, but it’s only now that it feels worthwhile. I howled in pain once, but no one listened, and no one came. Oh well, such is life.  Read more

  • We Are The Dead

    Under a spreading chestnut tree, I saw you, and you saw me. It’s raining. Sometimes snowing. These days, they sway like dying trees. Love in the burning embers of a fire. Emotion, so warm against pale skin. The air smells of insects. It tastes of leaves and dying dreams. The fall of another year, but… Read more

  • Suck

    A woman with a body of her own. My mouth around tender breasts. Sucking to elicit sensation. Sucking through perverse hunger. To taste a little flesh. To need the body of a lover, so she may flower before these pale blue eyes. Slip off that bra. Lay down upon soft linen. Let me tweak pert… Read more

  • Nature

    The nature of nature. Evil against women, and the evil that women do. All the animals, and all the trees, organic with sin. Hands of terror, reaching up from the core of whores. Persistent rain and wind along with all the insects in her belly. Hair and English scent stained into the fabric of what we are,… Read more

  • States Of Mindless Wonder

    Ain’t got no time for simple minds. No desire for humdrum lovers. The boring and the bland, so hopelessly lacking in anything worth saving. Faces like windows down endless, damned streets. Lost innocence. Forgotten magic. Where once there was fire, there’s now just ashes. Relics of yesterday, shadows fading out of view. Isn’t it sad,… Read more

  • Wallflower

    Self portrait as wallflower. I trimmed my beard. I look forwards with bored eyes never smiling. Swirling like cinnamon. Swirling like cigarette smoke. Sepia memories. Autumn feelings getting lost with deadened leaves. The blah blah blah of aching hearts. Tingling spines and release. Little deaths galore, one finger at a time.  Read more

  • Sin

    Flooded lands. Pretty girl in a city dress. Sensible, yet begging for release. Sex brings escape. It paves the way for some kind of nothingness. Years spent comfortable, yet never quite alive. Happy on the outside, yet aching within. Girl needs to feel a little madness once in a while. Needs to lose control in… Read more

  • Fall

    Starless lovers between mirrors and blades of grass. Dead seas of liquid mercury. Cold hearts, breaking with the distance of future. You had warmth, then you let it go so carelessly. You had love in tea cup, but you threw it away without even looking back. Sparks behind empty eyes. Animals cries, screaming on a… Read more

  • Alone With Love And Lust

    Before my eyes, diamonds dazzle as we move through layers of time. Blowing rings of smoke, the lights above us disappear. Waters rising, our teeth touch as tongues taste secrets so reckless and divine. Glittering eyes, so wild with feverish heat. Shadows dancing beneath careless bodies, passions breaks the silence of shy minds. Hands on… Read more