Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

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  • Tell Me What You See Inside

      When you tear away from what you don’t need, let me know what you see inside. Picking scabs just won’t do. Peel back all of your flesh and let me in. Let me catch a glimpse of the secrets you keep so well hidden. Eclipsed by misery no longer, give me a chance to Read more

  • This Is What You Wanted

    Melancholia. Cities of dust. States of mind, flowing like endless rivers. People dance, others collapse. My mouth takes a drag on a cigarette. It blows out smoke to the blackened sky above. Beer and whiskey, churning in a greedy belly. Sleep stirs in the future. Unconscious desires, creeping in the shadows and at the nape 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

  • Nature

    The nature of nature. Evil against women, and the evil that women do. All the animals, and all the trees, organic with sin. Hands of terror, reaching up from the core of whores. Persistent rain and wind along with all the insects in her belly. Hair and English scent stained into the fabric of what we are, Read more

  • Wallflower

    Self portrait as wallflower. I trimmed my beard. I look forwards with bored eyes never smiling. Swirling like cinnamon. Swirling like cigarette smoke. Sepia memories. Autumn feelings getting lost with deadened leaves. The blah blah blah of aching hearts. Tingling spines and release. Little deaths galore, one finger at a time.  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

  • Sometimes I Make You Sad

    Sometimes, all a man has is the ability to make a woman sad. There’s something in seeing the tears roll down her face that makes us feel some sense of worth. Maybe it’s control, or we’re just impotent in love and compassion. Monsters, aren’t we all. So dumb and numb, we attack beauty in an attempt Read more

  • Sepia Self Portrait

      I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more

  • Black’d

      Human ruins/Human future  Seeds of destruction/Seeds of wonder    Read more

  • A Manic Street Preacher

        “Sickened and howled, streaked and spurned Plucked, lived, compelled and called Closed and swallowed, formed and regained Locked, cursed, glowed and discerned” Read more