Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Madness

  • Madness My Medicine

      Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that 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

  • The Great Attractor

    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

  • A Ladybird Saved My Soul

    When I lost my mind, I would stay up late at night talking to a ladybird. Sat on the living room floor with a bottle of wine between my legs, it would appear and sit with me until I went to bed. I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. All my fault of course. Guilt Read more

  • Wish Me In You

      Let me take off your clothes. Let me strip you clean, of all those useless barriers. Let me see you for what you really are. To demean is out of the question, I just wanna taste beauty. To slip inside of you, and feel some sense of worth. To belong. Nude truth, beneath the Read more

  • Behind My Eclectic Eyes

    Skeletal blowjobs. Cracks in plastic flesh spreading to the lonesome trees on the corner of 58th Street. Skyscrapers, oozing all the lust and sadistic dreams you could ever think of. Drinking causes flux, it dislodges boredom and makes softened bones feel real again. Painted women. Evil dripping from the corners of their cute little mouths. Lipstick Read more

  • She’s More Than A Woman

    she’s something more than just a woman, there’s magic in her heart madness so fine so shameless, devine that conquers all, her love is blameless pouring like the rain on a stormy night she’s more than just a lover, stronger than they dare imagine, eyes shining with desire, glowing with secrets and lust she’s more Read more

  • The Madness Behind Her Eyes

    it’s not the beauty of her flesh that’s pulls you in or the shape of her breasts and the curve of her hips although to see her nude upon the bed turns you on and makes you hard something stupid but rather it’s the madness behind her eyes and the way she’s so fucking crazy 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