Dreams
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By the river she is unseen, infinite and dark as the shadows roll across mirrored water. Where no one can see her, she undresses beneath the dead sun, her pale flesh glowing like snow. She is translucent and opulent, like shards of shards, dreamlike and swollen. The horizon lined with gums and tongues, redder than… Read more
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It’s pissing down outside, and I’m soaking wet. Drenched, my clothes are sticking to my flesh; it’s the worst feeling outside of having pissed myself, but I’ve no energy to do anything about it. Instead, I spend several minutes looking at droplets of rain winding down the window in their abstract manner. Deciding to run… Read more
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Wrapping her pale skin invisibly, it carries with it the scent of dead romance. Shifting from one state to the next. Rock and sand, hidden wells and bones. Speeding past with no history to speak of, a landscape reeking of death and carrion. Spirits hiding in the shadows of heat and nudity. Killers picking off… Read more
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Stirring from sleep, I try to recapture the fragments of her smile, but they’re already fading away as the last streaks of light leave the sky outside. Getting up, my balls begin to ache, as does my throat. Looking out the window, I imagine walking the streets of the town I left behind long ago.… Read more
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Outside, a darkened sky. Trees with no leaves standing motionless and lonely. The nature of love, haunting and faint as the lights of town shimmer far away on the horizon. I’ve run myself a bath, although it’s too hot at the moment, so I’m waiting for it to cool down until I can slip in… Read more
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In coitus with shadows and sleeping with ghosts, it’s mirrored in her eyes. Descended from Bethlehem, I’m fragmented by the sixth sun. Particles of memory hidden beneath her city dress. Bursting from a ring of stones and circling the aged truth. Cutting and slicing at tired flesh; we’re moving beyond the cage of human remains.… Read more
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Drifting aimlessly in the rain, they search for signs of life all night long. Along all those pathways, past all those doors that are never open to them. Out there, the sorrowful ones, falling silently in the dark. Their smiles faded, theirs eyes sunken through years of being lost, they wander unseen in the shadows.… Read more
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The trembling walls of pink flesh. Flowers that look like sex organs. Flowers that eat sex organs. Picked clean out, the throbbing nature, of a darkly act. Behind closed doors, beyond the prying eyes of strangers, the things that are to be done. They tickle and sting. Fantastically, they sing, of all things wondrous. The… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 