Art
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Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball whilst sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts away to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy the magic,… Read more
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By the river she is unseen, infinite and dark as the shadows roll across mirrored water. Where no one can see her, she undresses beneath the dead sun, her pale flesh glowing like snow. She is translucent and opulent, like shards of shards, dreamlike and swollen. The horizon lined with gums and tongues, redder than… Read more
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My tumor is mocking and always there. A spiteful mass of lumps and gristle, throbbing and revolting. Itching and burning, it’s covered with sores that bleed when touched. I can’t sleep anymore because of it, and it talks to me all through the night, the venom of its words too much for me to take.… Read more
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Wrapping her pale skin invisibly, it carries with it the scent of dead romance. Shifting from one state to the next. Rock and sand, hidden wells and bones. Speeding past with no history to speak of, a landscape reeking of death and carrion. Spirits hiding in the shadows of heat and nudity. Killers picking off… Read more
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Stirring from sleep, I try to recapture the fragments of her smile, but they’re already fading away as the last streaks of light leave the sky outside. Getting up, my balls begin to ache, as does my throat. Looking out the window, I imagine walking the streets of the town I left behind long ago.… Read more
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Daylight shines through the blinds. The window’s open- has been all night. No doubt the spiders have been scuttling in and crawling into my mouth. They’re in my head, wrapping my brain in cobwebs. Stumbling out of bed, I go to the bathroom and urinate. In the mirror, I see a mess of a man.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 