Lucid
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As long as it exists, your mind will never be free. Burning dogs in Hiroshima. Genital Mutilation on the streets of Amsterdam. Cars buried in snow. Cigarettes perched on the tips of bony fingers. Tasty ripe breasts. Juicy like fruit. In mind and body, we merge like waves. Spinning plates and cloudless highs. Formentera Lady, Read more
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Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit Read more
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Incinerate. The touch of a madman. Beat his brains out. Diaries that never speak. A drop of whiskey. More tears than smiles. More sea than earth. How we fight against it, each and every day. Broken ribs. Split lips. Tube fed dysmorphia. Is it cruel, to breed destruction? Surely not, in a world that Read more
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Love drips from her mouth like honey, and she wears a virgin white dress with a lace bra showing beneath. Pulling her close, I imagine what it would be like to run my hands over her breasts. My mouth upon her neck, I’ll taste her flavour and choke on its remedy. Talking to the wind, Read more
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The train tracks of adolescence, cut me in half. They suffocated the boy-child, and turned him into a broken man. But the child lives on, through paintings and words. My body is battered and bruised, but my soul is blue, like endless skies on a summer afternoon. All those sundays, when tomorrow never came. Reach Read more
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Outside of time. Floating through cold, empty streets. Trapdoors. Changing hearts and a raging war. The war of my insides. Boredom snuffed me out. It rendered me numb, somewhat dumb. Looking up at distant suns, we laid there in a garden so green, bathed in truthful moonlight. Meteor showers, scuttling spiders so fragile and quick. Read more
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Loves dart. Changing hearts and Psalm blah blah. Breaking free of your mother’s curse, you should take my hand and walk with me through the fields of corn and the desert of the real. Parting your hair, I’ll show you the wonders others dare not face. They follow the rules, and bow down to the Read more
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I’ve only been working on the novel a few days, but already I’m possessed. The energy and passion are back with me like they were all those years ago. All doubt is removed. No, not just removed, but obliterated. I feel as though I can walk through walls, as if the boundaries that were once Read more
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Bare feet on the freeway. Absent lovers and blood red lips. Plump and full. Sweat dripping into my eyes, the vehicles speed past so vacant and cool. Killers on the loose, all over the papers. Ink on my fingers, then in my mouth. Crushed metal, and the way her nipples caress that fine dress of Read more
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As I place my plague upon her tongue, I tell her that together, we have the power to believe whilst all the non-believers crawl deformed about our feet. Ripping her black stockings, I go ahead and caress the inside of her thigh. Running my hand all along her tender flesh, my eyes pierce the Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 