Photography
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No force can stop destiny, no man to keep the tigers at bay. Set yourself on fire, and breathe in the icy waters of your mother’s womb. Black-eyed angel beneath bedsheets so warm against the horrors of the outside world. Her fingers dripping with blood, her wounds speak of the exotic. Cervix canals spreading Read more
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In heaven, his hands and feet will be reattached. In heaven, she will swallow an ocean of man’s dirty disease. Some homeless drunk picks up dead cigarettes from beside me whilst my eyes drift to nowhere in particular. Bodies a mass of self obsessed tumours. Your love isn’t love. It’s just a way of protecting Read more
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She dances to the man in the unmarked grave. Old guitars in Mexico that trap her timid soul. Insects crawling on her thighs as the night bares witness to the scars of darkened pasts. This is here, and we are now. The universe alive in the cuts upon her tiny wrists. Bulimic woes and ghosts Read more
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“Chalk and stone all about, I left the main road and descended down a dirt track. Pools of still water scattered here and there, the air was silent like a grave. With no other light than the moon and stars, it was dark yet not so that I couldn’t make out the abandoned machinery that Read more
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Obsession. It’s an ugly word. It consumes all. A spark that can’t be seen. A feeling that can never be grasped. I’m lost inside my head, obsessed by imagery that no one else can see. They can’t taste it, nor can they comprehend what it means. Years ago I glimpsed the future. In a Read more
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I told them I’ll be leaving at the end of April. Three and half years since I started working there. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Dead end jobs have been my forte. I mean, with writing being my main aspiration in life, the places I’ve worked haven’t bothered me that much, but there comes Read more
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I owe it to the dreams that always bring me around. Such madness so glorious and terrible. Faith in drunken kisses as the ocean creeps to our naked feet. Play the piano and dance with the trees. Embrace the lonely hours like they never even existed. I’m not the same, yet I’m exactly how Read more
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Ink across the eyes haunting like a lover from the past. Lost places and faces grabbing my feet as I sleep. Lies woven into the very fabric of what I am. A series of images repeating like a stuck reel of film in an abandoned cinema. It rains and smoke curls around my hands as Read more
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Skylights as another darling cuts herself whilst pouting in the mirror. All this misery in self obsession. This damned lust for sadness when the horrors of nature should make us thankful for everything we already have. Sex can’t save you, nor can the embrace of yet another blurred face. It comes from within. Redemption and Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 