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Self esteem is a bore, or so it was once said. Being kind to old ladies makes me feel happy. Smiling at the trivial things, like the way they appreciate you giving them a little of your time. Talking about all those meaningless subjects like the weather, or the way their memory isn’t what it Read more
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Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball whilst sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts away to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy the magic, Read more
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Melting faces and ladybirds. Give me the taste of wine and let me celebrate the evening. Give me a girls hard body to grind up against. All the fucking and sucking of yesterday, I miss it more than ever. I miss those summers of doing nothing, of existing in a blur of oil paint and Read more
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My tumor is mocking and always there. A spiteful mass of lumps and gristle, throbbing and revolting. Itching and burning, it’s covered with sores that bleed when touched. I can’t sleep anymore because of it, and it talks to me all through the night, the venom of its words too much for me to take. 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
Author S. K. Nicholas 