Death
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When you’re coming apart at the seams, what do you see inside? When no one believes in your dreams, how does it make you feel? Do you break down in despair, or do you drink to numb the pain? When so many years of visions and faith have passed you by, do you still have Read more
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all those greasy piggies and. cigarettes. overweight. stinking. deformed like sex in sunken nightclubs. drunk. vacant. her. here. there. teeth in maelstrom holes. vagina dentata. Hand jobs and solvent abuse. lights. flashing. hidden disease. covered faces. mouth. cancer. breasts. skin. flesh. genital warts. elephant man. 4f. tumour. pissing delinquent. humphrey bogart. expanding universes in her Read more
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English fears and English desperation. Silence among the empty buildings that litter every high street. Traffic jams outside shopping malls on dull, Sunday afternoons. It rains while the insects go about their daily chores consumed by mediocrity. Cemeteries, disused roads, and trash on every corner. Flashing lights beneath clouds the shape of her swollen belly. Read more
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Make your own decisions. Keep going despite the unknowing voices that try to steer you away from the sun. Take control of those flashes of brilliance. Let them burn like wild fire on the plains of desolate cities. Through the thick and thin, there’s no other feeling that comes close. Do what you know. On Read more
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Piss stains on expensive carpets. Autumn leaves turned to dust between pages of explicit literature. Light a cigarette, stub it out. Masturbate to the sound of storms whilst stray cats drown in watery chasms. Smile at old photographs as your father sleeps the night away in dreams of cancer. The radiator leaks and drips water Read more
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“Chalk and stone all about, I left the main road and descended down a dirt track. Pools of still water scattered here and there, the air was silent like a grave. With no other light than the moon and stars, it was dark yet not so that I couldn’t make out the abandoned machinery that Read more
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In pools of water beneath the stars, an innocent dies. With crucifixes clutched by figures covered with soil, the moon was my witness. There’s nothing that can’t be done. She knows it, as does the mob that wait for our approach. Summers spent alone with views of turbulent seas. Write this all down, and Read more
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They lurk with child killers and rapists. Hiding in plain sight, and feeding on the blood of the young. Artists hung out to dry. No time to say goodbye as the blade snuffs out life. In her belly then across her throat. In Brazilian forests, along with the wastelands in Russia, the journey from life Read more
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These clothes haven’t been washed in days. This flesh that stinks of cheap romance. A car crashes on the outskirts of a municipal district with children trapped within. So many broken promises. So many ghosts that haunt when outside my window the night sings my name so softly. Limbs in the gutter. A roof 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
Author S. K. Nicholas 