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The future is an open wound. It’s a wasp crawling up your arm on a warm summers day. In fields of golden corn and sunflowers, she evades my gaze yet her body itches for my touch. The absent lover, always creeping in the shadows. Dormant for so long, it’s so easy to be passive, Read more
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They breed us in factories and office spaces. They tell us what to enjoy- what a life is meant to resemble. All those walking disasters in love with the opulence of their existence. Drown them before it’s too late. Put them out of their misery before I choke on the fumes of their indignity. Read more
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These solemn days of digging holes in the dirt and sleeping through fear of the future. Was supposed to write after work, but after eating, I fell asleep while listening to the sound of rain. It poured for hours. There was no end to it, even long after I had closed my eyes. Dreams never Read more
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A dove white dress. A body adorned with bees. Exotic like a photographer. So cute and abnormal as the lens replaces your doe-eyed smile. Such a tight body. Such delicate skin just waiting to be soiled at the hands of this joyful ol’ ruiner. The taste of your lips in the rain. The shape of Read more
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Sedation leads to creation. Solitude breeding wonder with every breath. I’ve tasted normality and madness, and the latter is far more preferable. Failure is the key to everything. There is no loss, only footsteps that guide us all the way. Disaster while sat on the edge of the bed; words that remain hidden beneath Read more
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timeless like time. fearful of every little thing. it’s out of my control. yet it creeps up my spine without me even looking. starless. so many stars yet none of them know my name. they should, yet life is cruel that way. grinding teeth in my sleep. sticking my thumb down the back of my Read more
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Autumn loss and breasts that bounced upon unwashed bedsheets. In the neon light they captivated whilst the universe danced at a loss. All avenues of time colliding whilst my hands held your arms tightly behind your back. You were mine. In reality and in dreams, you belonged to me. Heat death and big crunches. Shooting Read more
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Drinking beer whilst gazing out the window. Random objects strewn across my bed whilst a cigarette is stubbed out in a makeshift ashtray. Shadows on the wall, they remind me of being a child, of the wonders of imagination. Another side to life that’s always out of reach. People die. People disappear along with impossible Read more
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The old man thinks he’s got cancer. Years of drink and cigarettes have taken their toll. He puts a brave face on, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s scared shitless. He’s wasted too many days. A failed marriage of thirty years haunting his every step, all he can Read more
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They tell me to take drugs, but my eyes are already open. My mind is an obsolete machine, it serves no other purpose than to eat all that it deems fit. Brunettes between the chair and the bed. Tight thighs and patterns in the sand. Wreck those relics of porn and bury your fears beneath Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 