Painting
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Excavate the ruins of her jaw. A muted dialogue of sores as she once sang so beautifully. Bring me fingernails. Bring me illusion. Bring me a plague to give to my lover. They won’t be missed. No, they’ll never be missed. A concave oral, from the mouth of her preacher man. They said I Read more
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Daylight leaks through the window. Bottles of empty promises at the foot of a cold bed. Cigarettes stubbed out on books, and the stench of stale air blanketing pale skin. Time out of hand, the morning drowns all hope. Nausea and regret on her trembling lips, she’s just a girl of little consequence. Painted fingernails Read more
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Hands upon the canvas. Hands on her breasts. Cigarettes in the gutter like seasons spent in hell. Six sheets to the wind. Coffee in the pot like mental illness shifting through petrified trees. Closed-mouthed nothings across the table in a war-torn cafe. Boredom in approach. Aching formalities when the removal of clothes is all Read more
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between days of faith and despair the clock counts down the hours until my next descent on the edge of the bed the world falls apart it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets there’s only ghosts to keep me company now as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts there’s only suffering as the Read more
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Ain’t got no time for simple minds. No desire for humdrum lovers. The boring and the bland, so hopelessly lacking in anything worth saving. Faces like windows down endless, damned streets. Lost innocence. Forgotten magic. Where once there was fire, there’s now just ashes. Relics of yesterday, shadows fading out of view. Isn’t it sad, Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 