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Anxiety leading to depression, or maybe it’s the other way around. Drinking doesn’t help; that’s for sure. All that morning nausea and fear of the future. The fear of stepping foot outside the front door. Being sick in the kitchen sink. Sweat trickling down my face as I curled into a ball at the Read more
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Waking up surrounded by others, there are two spots on either side of my right nipple. Through chest hair, I see a reddened smear. Picking until it bleeds, my fingers sniff out cancer just in case. Awkward teenagers going shopping with their parents. Boys with crippling shyness and girls with braces supporting crooked teeth. Dragging feet Read more
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The leaves carry the sounds of hope and despair. The moon looks down with voiceless intrigue as the world spins ever on to faithless obscurity. Stomach ulcers and the keys of a piano. Dead flowers before an open window with the breeze creeping in to caress your unloved face. All those tears, and the dust Read more
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It rained all day, and I woke with a hangover while trying to decipher some dream involving an ex-lover- though the visions had faded before I got the chance to figure out what they meant. Bedsheets kept me safe. They wrapped me in warmth like the embrace of my grandmother all those years ago. A Read more
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I’m disillusioned. Relationships. Being shackled to another. All those souls who cling to imitation. Fairytale lives where the key is to be like everyone else. Don’t arouse suspicion, just fit in. Be normal. Be pretty. All those useless, beautiful faces. The sex on display that leaves me numb. Flesh and fertility, doing nothing other than Read more
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In her eyes, those black holes snuffed me out. They cut right through me even though this armour of mine has survived so many, many years. Silence and indifference, they’ve suited me just fine. To be alone has always been my wish. Untouched by reality, and forever swimming in my dreams. Infinity lands between us, Read more
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A vision of something else. A vision of something more. How the years have rolled by like thunder. How they’ve got behind me like a thousand faces with names I can’t remember. Love comes and goes. Feelings and sensations lost like money in a bar on a crowded Saturday night. All that alcohol. Those myriad Read more
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I didn’t do much this weekend. Didn’t even change my clothes. Sat there reading and smoking; the larks called to me, but I ignored them. My dad was sprawled out on his bed upstairs. The cancer hasn’t spread, so there’s no need to remove half his face. His back troubles him, however, and reduces Read more
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Things that fall out of reach. A lovers smile misplaced like car keys before the daily slog into work. Being as though I don’t drive, I’ve no idea what that feels like, but I imagine it’s as pointless as everything else. Burn your calenders. Rip out the pages of your diary and stuff them down Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 