Death
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Burning wheels along the highway. Drunken sandstorms and tears in the fabric of space-time. Roses growing in fields of corn. Chalk beneath my feet, and the skulls of dead lovers churning in my belly. Beat, always beating as women devour what remains of my flesh. So hot- always drenched in sweat as they reduce me Read more
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The days come around as if they never even left me. My voice is clear. Through repetition, I’ve become the man I always dreamed of being. A vision is worth more than money. It weighs heavier than a fast car or a collection of shiny possessions. It casts me adrift, but that’s of no Read more
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If there’s anything worse than needing to take a shit, and being unable to get things going, then it’s someone celebrating becoming another brick in the wall. A well paying job. Married with ectopic pregnancies. The dismal horrors of a good pay check for doing nothing other than following a ghastly design of respectable life. Read more
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It’s in the way you sink into despair. Those blinding eyes of self pity that gaze back deep within the mirror. Self obsession. Self disgust. You’re a narcissist waiting to be rescued by your own reflection. A deluded soul in love with your own sense of worthless loss. We’ve been here before, and we’ll be Read more
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Buried in the dirt and hiding from the light. She’s got a vortex within her chest, yet don’t tell her father. The complex nature of my fears. The hidden depth of my tears. Take me by the hand, and lead me beneath the bridge with no name. Place your signature upon my face. Scar me Read more
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In heaven, his hands and feet will be reattached. In heaven, she will swallow an ocean of man’s dirty disease. Some homeless drunk picks up dead cigarettes from beside me whilst my eyes drift to nowhere in particular. Bodies a mass of self obsessed tumours. Your love isn’t love. It’s just a way of protecting Read more
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These bodies that stink of coastal towns. Anal beads and ghastly flesh. She slithers like the moon whilst keeping her torrid secrets at bay. Fluids for sale cheaper than bones. Ancient books more valued than life. Steam escapes from beneath the streets and dances with us as we move invisibly from bar to bar. Drunk Read more
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Before my father begun his treatment for cancer, they removed all the teeth on his lower jaw. Sometimes when he speaks, I can hear the words having trouble leaving his mouth. He’s a good man. Sullen like myself, and comfortable in his own company. When he sits there watching television, I see him dabbing the Read more
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The place where we break ourselves. The bed on which we fuck until the sun’s swallowed by the hollow moon. London disease. Free way decapitation as I press my hands around your throat whilst gazing into wishful eyes. Solemn lovers. Melancholy sweethearts drunk on ideas and cheap wine. Books eaten instead of food. The dead Read more
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She dances to the man in the unmarked grave. Old guitars in Mexico that trap her timid soul. Insects crawling on her thighs as the night bares witness to the scars of darkened pasts. This is here, and we are now. The universe alive in the cuts upon her tiny wrists. Bulimic woes and ghosts Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 