DamnedLovers
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A shy smile and tender ankles that speak to me of what it means to believe in the good of people when most of the time they resemble dog turds on cocktail sticks. A sense of intimacy shared between sidewise glances and words that say one thing while meaning so much more. Pleasantries are perfectly acceptable,… Read more
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Take a stroll while chain-smoking. Swallow some wine and brace yourself against the wind and rain. There are doorways. There are holes that take you places known and unknown. There are pathways that exist as they did back in your youth but not as they do now. Fallen logs that hang around for decades… Read more
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Had this dream where I was in an episode of Twin Peaks. Can’t remember many details, but the regular cast members were moving around me as I walked in circles in a crowded parking lot while smoking a cigarette. The weather was overcast, and you were somewhere nearby, part of the same group I… Read more
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I bite your lips, and I sing your songs, and when the moment feels just right, I give you all of my yeahs. Is it a nice gesture, or am I being seedy? Is this a storm or is it just one of those things? Did we meet by chance and there’s nothing more… Read more
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My fingernail tastes like nectar as I sink my teeth into it. The air is a furnace with fumes that feel both drowsy and dreadful. This summer trance is an eternal one, without a saving grace. My room is like a cubicle of sultry fantasies. In my head, I rule the world. I control their […]… Read more
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There’s thunder and now rain. In your ear, I whisper it so it sounds like the distant hum of the sea. There’s lightning, too. It flashes and illuminates the town when it should be sleeping. When I was a kid, they told me it was the man in the moon moving his furniture around.… Read more
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Crumpled pieces of paper with your name written on them and sketches of your half-smile that fill up several notepads I keep under my bed in a suitcase. Don’t get any ideas about reading them, there’s a lock on the thing, and the key is well hidden, much like my feelings regarding you in… Read more
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My latest contribution to The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. There’s junk food in my belly and a book on Ian Brady in my hand. Blinking my eyes, the pages are stained with sweat and splashed with spit. Remember when I would take you from behind and how I’d lean over and tell you to turn… Read more
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At our neighborhood beach, I wear the green dress that has buttons from top to bottom. It flows in the breeze and has two strings that make it fit just right on the waist. Sitting at the edge we talk about our dreams and remember how nervous we were when we first met. The gnats […]… Read more
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Go for a drive someplace where you’re not known, like the lonely roads you haven’t seen since the years of your youth. From afar, the reservoir glistens like a dream, as do the canals and windows of all those buildings that are slowly sinking into the ground inch by inch, year after year. The… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 