Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

MyRedAbyss

  • Look Inside Your Chest

    There’s no way of knowing where the days escape to. There’s no way of finding out, just what’s around the corner. Mysteries. Life and death, dancing arm in arm. A mosaic of dreams. Organic shells filled with sensation. Bearded man. Searching for something more. Lonely plague lover, wanting to see what lies behind those hidden… Read more

  • Sson

    seasons spent alone wide open holes and danger zones Read more

  • Wrapped Up In You

    There’s a place where lovers go. Dreamers and monsters too. There’s a state of mind that brings nothing but bliss. Escapism. Truth and stars. A vision of perfection. The maze of flesh and brains temporarily subdued, all rules are betrayed. An intake of breath, and a cry of delight. Toes curled; fingers bit by teeth… Read more

  • Faith

      Love and beer. Flowing through my veins. Romance, etched into the flesh that wraps around tender bones. Winter in her smooth embrace. Summer beneath her dress. Entwined, like vines and history. Of the earth, we’re servants to something more. Behind our eyes, it dances like the flames of a candle. There’s not enough like… Read more

  • Beauty And Loss

    She’s only got herself to blame. All that love, blowing like the wind with nowhere to go but down. Broken and abused. Cheap dreams and guilt. Watch in horror as your world collapses. This is what you wanted; this is what you get. A cute little liar with opaque words dripping from your mouth something… Read more

  • King Of Pain

    king of pain pressed wide inside your lips and hard against your hips choked, blacked, numbed a pretty layer of bullshit spread across a dirty, used whore that stench of lust puked, drained, sickened it reeks of glitter no stars, just starless and just like you so dearly deserve Read more

  • Blink Twice To Say Yes

    Amidst the passing of seasons, there’s a gentle tune that always reminds me of you. We are war, inside and out. Bloodshed and memory. Religion. An absence of faith. Loneliness, and time out of hand. Victims thrown into a river. Lined up, and shot like cattle. All those carcasses, left to rot beneath a burning… Read more

  • She

    the colour of her smile like blinding truth and wonder something in the way she moves echoing through my tender mind she makes me feel alive that’s just how she is   Read more

  • Oblivion

    A childish grin. A devilish tongue with eyes as teeth. It’s too hot to wear that dress. So take it off, and let me do questionable things to that once sinless husk. Wanting what I’ve got, you take baby steps while my fingers release the latch of your bra. There’s something in the way it… Read more

  • A Passing Feeling

    don’t let these days escape let them live forever let us cling like tomorrow never comes lovers holding on to what matters most repel ghosts and taste the truth she bleeds take her in your arms and never let her go Read more