Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Horror

  • Clair de Lune

    Speech therapy for lizards. The cold bloodied made warm using symbols of lethargy and sex. Open wide to catch a lullaby or two. Torn pages scattered down the road. Faded ink of words stained with the meaning of love. The look of want. The need to be in someone’s arms. Blown apart like landmines we Read more

  • On The Brink

    the ghosts of stars in his arms face to face with extinction the more he sees the less he knows no longer a pillar of creation now lost in the comatorium endless cycles behind closed eyes stretched atoms and repeated patterns everything ravaged everything burned missing pieces in the figure 8 turned inside out dark Read more

  • The Shape Of The Night

    Slipping beneath the crawl space, we play the infinity game. Dead zones and crumpled chests. The downward spiral beginning at the foot of your bed. Collecting sunflower seeds, the roots of our faith are planted with utmost sincerity. Joking aside, there’s no saving the damned until they glimpse themselves without restraint. All internal. Fantasy in Read more

  • City Of Dust

    discovery through solitary pursuit images of perfection/perception bathed in godliness cleanliness next to no other a parked car by the side of the road/new york snow so cold/so low veins of modern living flowing beneath the streets we call home winter fire/forced attrition the battle of two hearts like riderless horses run like hell/dispel false Read more

  • Metal

    imprisoned by sexless desire purgatory circles/repeated to infinity shadows/machines/metal picking little engineers/always digging deeper chewing wires and tails/we long for release for some kind of escape in a darkened globe of terror/she shines like the sun as sweet as water/as warm as the sands of a secret shore the road is long/mistakes and regrets at Read more

  • Heaven Scent

    Distant galaxies. The gaze of her eyes. Stars and planets, drifting in eternal darkness. Love like snow, falling upwards towards the clouds. Flashing lights. Flowers in the rain bouncing like cigarettes. A sequence of events that comes together like bombs upon a fading eastern town. Cold and wet graveyards. Dead leaves on the dirty ground. Read more

  • Violator

    Girl got a grin on her lips. All doe-eyed and cute. Butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. In her hand and on her belly. My insides burn as she squeezes tight. She ignites the monster that resides behind these cold, blue eyes. Blurred images. Dented craniums. Flashing lights on the flesh of her thighs. Snakes Read more

  • Fall Into My Arms

    Give yourself to the arms of fate. Let someone save you when you need saving most. Don’t be afraid to speak the words you hide inside. Don’t be afraid to open up for fear of being shunned. Be crazy with devotion. Love until it makes you sick. What’s the point in keeping it all in Read more

  • Howl

    I bought a mask so I could howl to the moon and feel like it meant something. I’ve been howling for years, but it’s only now that it feels worthwhile. I howled in pain once, but no one listened, and no one came. Oh well, such is life.  Read more

  • Nature

    The nature of nature. Evil against women, and the evil that women do. All the animals, and all the trees, organic with sin. Hands of terror, reaching up from the core of whores. Persistent rain and wind along with all the insects in her belly. Hair and English scent stained into the fabric of what we are, Read more