Drawing
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Excavate the ruins of her jaw. A muted dialogue of sores as she once sang so beautifully. Bring me fingernails. Bring me illusion. Bring me a plague to give to my lover. They won’t be missed. No, they’ll never be missed. A concave oral, from the mouth of her preacher man. They said I Read more
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I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more
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The lower men crawl with insects. In their lungs, and in their mouths. Vague blurs. Drifting in and out. Aversion. Perversion. Children of nowhere. Dead, and addicted to rainbows. Organic sex, so fluent in a language we know not of. Dumb and despaired. Depleted dreams and arsenic. Empty bottles of god, left cold like Read more
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Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend Read more
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Scrubbing her skin, she’s stood divided before false mirrors. Excited, a lovers touch echoes somewhere in the back of her mind. The way he used to take her, his hands shedding her clothes to the bedroom floor. It was something I did very well. Crucifix cuts across my arms, the act is initiated with Read more
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her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath Read more
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Don’t be upset. There’s no need to feel lonely. Lay down upon your bed, and breathe in the warm air that longs to comfort you. Listen to the birds, to the traffic as it endlessly rolls past outside. Let the tears come, let all the pain in the world empty itself from your tired Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 