MyRedAbyss
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The days’ pass as they always do. Moments in time, like raindrops falling whilst you sleep at night. All of those smiles, and all of those embraces, swimming within your head. Visions of the past, shifting all around. Fleeting faces, with eyes as wide as stars. Burning into your tired, old heart. They… Read more
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She’s just like her mum, and he’s just like his dad. Forever feeling sorry for themselves, repeated day after day. She’s her own worst enemy, always creating trauma, when there’s simply no need. He could be happy, but he craves despair and melancholy. She’s only happy when she’s sad. Seeking oblivion through the embrace of… Read more
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You can’t keep running from yourself. Can’t keep burying your head in someone elses dreams. There’s no escaping the mirrors of your mind, no matter how hard you try. The years come and go. Faces and landscapes, fading into a blurred haze. Money buys new ways to disguise loneliness and guilt, but the pain is… Read more
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“Sickened and howled, streaked and spurned Plucked, lived, compelled and called Closed and swallowed, formed and regained Locked, cursed, glowed and discerned” Read more
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In the heat of a summers evening, my eyes watch a foul-mouthed temptress undress before a burning sun. Resting on the horizon, it boils upon her shoulder something cute. Sucking on a cigarette, I imagine what it would be like to take her amidst a field of grass and flowers. She reeks of wonder and… Read more
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he’s handy with his fists likes to give her a good hiding when she steps out of line he does it ’cause he’s weak and she’s beautiful, like all women are giving birth to the wonders of life, all he gives birth to is an absence of meaning without her, there’s nothing of value to… 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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These nights bring nothing but stillness. Stillness in the leaves, and stillness drifting with the breeze. They ache of loneliness, yet their beauty is glorious. Soft like bedsheets and sand. Numb and confused. Floating through time and memory. My clothes slipping from my tired body, the haze of autumn days calls to me through the… Read more
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wondrous milky bitch she is ready and willing for all i’ve got to give a million dead children shooting over her chest swimming there in pools of lust and lukewarm desire i’ve taken all her secrets stripped her bare and shamed her through the sensation of ecstasy, surging through her veins nothing to hide,… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 