Creative Writing
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10lbs of bones. 21 women. It could be more but never less. Lakeside lovers. Poverty in crows feet. Identify my lack of guts amongst the dreams of sleeping bees. Honey soaked guilt. Shoes in the corner of a darkened room. Wolves at opaque doors. Smoke cigarettes to open passage ways to the unborn. Sniff fingers… Read more
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spreading like oil she spreads like a shadow on the moor come become one shapeless bodies, weightless desires as the night breaks us down come become one Read more
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the scars of our past a design for life that needs breaking sorrow for sale and the kicks we need everlasting like fury forget the gutless wonders destroy the walls of doubt the indian summer behind our eyes shining despite the fear that shackles us to all that we must let go speak the words… Read more
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You spend your life always losing. Years spent in the shade of great trees only for them to be cut down leaving you naked in the face of a dangerous sun. It’s gaze unforgiving. It makes and destroys you like it were nothing at all. Shadows where life once was. Those last moments spin in… Read more
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Ashes and bones. Walking hands and throats. Killings on every corner. Dragged into the undergrowth and reduced to a mess of vaporised stars. West Virginia. Explosive tempers. Tricks to redeem. Pleasures in every way. Dead sex. Appealing though dismay. Scrap metal. Cumshot blowout. Nicotine fingers in howled mouths. Ageing clothes. Dig to find me. Scrape… Read more
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Shaven cats and junky perfume. Husk of yesterday. Remembered by none in a field of glorious failure. Safety in butterflies. Cocooned in devil mouth. Credentials of cocks. Peeled apples in seasoned dismay. Lacklustre and lukewarm. Academy for perverts. Twisted like a handful of hair. Pull it back and watch her groan. The witness to my… Read more
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Hellacious praisers, redeemed by the fallen one. Scorched by sinking suns, loved by one and all. A tapestry of flies buzz around empty mouths. From crumbling ruins to the shores of heavenly bodies, they foretell the coming of vengeful souls. From the hanging gardens where we were born, the scent of honey carries with voices… Read more
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The flesh contains. It restrains us from becoming something more. Like the stars in the sky, we are infinite without even trying. Bones as prisons. The key to our demise. Shackled to self-doubt, the only thing that matters is to keep childhood madness alive. The adult world a deadened mess of machinery. Too many cogs.… Read more
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My cock is deadweight. Pendulum swaying, this penchant for abstract features is disarming. It twists and it turns. Cancer man in bed with the lights turned out bright. Cracked tooth and sleeping dogs. Pigs on the wind. Seduce and destroy. The universal animals of delinquency. I write it down and I mark it up. Broken… Read more
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We all praise the great deceivers. We all shine a light on the one and all. Bland little piggies falling by the wayside. No sincerity just comfort when comfort comes calling alone and betrayed. The world disappeared. Nowhere in sight, it fell into the big empty and never recovered. Such boredom when faced with broken… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 