Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Love, Sex, and Perfect Pretence

    Sometimes I wonder if love exists, or if it’s just an organic process that serves nothing other than to keep us going in the face of extinction. Just chemicals and nothing more. Humans as animals. Slaves to the wonders we find between our legs. Flesh seduces. It captivates and blinds, but it’s all the same,… Read more

  • Elsewhere

      Spooning for a heightened state of awareness. Choking on dreams at 3 am so ashamed at ever having dreamt at all. You forget the names of lovers, especially the ones that never had any fire. Especially those that never made you gasp for air by taking you to the point of no return. It’s not… Read more

  • Only You

      Somewhere on the outskirts of hell, there’s a vision of two lovers embracing. A lakeside smile beneath trees barely existing. Photographs not taken. Words never breathed. Illness, madness. They transform this dull shell into something quite strange. Hands on hips and mouthfuls of your hair as beads of sweat trickle into my eyes causing me… Read more

  • 343

      It stands where man passes. It exists within and without. You have your charms, and there are times when the thought of your body sets my teeth on edge, yet your sex is mine to deny. It drains and fades. It grows old and weary like those youthful hopes you abandoned through the fear… Read more

  • Things Fall Apart

    There’s no way of telling how many demons are at war, for beyond kindness, a man can be utterly consumed by despair. Despite the love you feel, to exist can be too much. Got to get out. Can’t keep on walking the thin line between heaven and hell anymore. Each day dissolving, swirling in the… Read more

  • Contempt

    Bullet holes above your bed. Digital pheromones shoved down your throat by some other lover wishing to have you silenced at whatever cost. The shape of your breasts from side on; they make me choke, and they put me in a rage that knows no end. Unions of metal carved into your milky skin. Tattoos to… Read more

  • X/O

      Slipping like a ballerina with no feet, and crumbling like the walls of your sanity as you rise ten miles high. In a few seconds, you realise it’s all over, but that’s never stopped you before. How does it make you feel to be all alone? How do you sleep at night knowing you’re… Read more

  • Holocaust of the Mind

    Psychosis in children. Imaginary friends that never left. The birth of madness mirrored in the valley between her breasts. Eyes like a cat and body of a woman. The shining of sex and the prowling nature of her sultry walk. She comes without warning. A voyeur of lovers with no idea of their meaning. Writing into the… Read more

  • Simmer

      Years. Months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. With the two of us stood beneath stars and scaffolding, I remember how good it used to feel seeing you smile so unashamedly. With my hands on your hips, young love never felt so good. The passing of unseen cars on roads that would soon be blanketed… Read more

  • Take You Down

    Young girl slipping between the cracks in the pavement as my mouth tastes the dead air and likes it. Sleepless sighs as she curls in my arms as somewhere in the future, shrieking sirens bring us closer. Drunk on words, and drunk on thoughts that never diminish despite the years and faces that try their… Read more