Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Her

  • Some Sense Of Happiness

      The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make Read more

  • The Golden Limbs of Pornography

    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

  • All of whom are witches

    Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into their thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, nightmares growing Read more