Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Prose

  • On Tenterhooks And Collapsing

    I’m at the foot of the bed wearing only my boxers. She’s watching porn, and I’m writing a poem whilst fantasising about fucking her. I’m thirsty, and my balls ache. The room’s a mess, and we’ve done nothing all day long. It was sunny out as well, but I slept for most of it with… Read more

  • Boiled Like A Cheap Lobster

    drinking beer and sweating like a fucker cause my fan wont work i’m naked and i can’t open the window cause all the spiders will get in and crawl over my face so i write and drink as the evening disappears blissfully unaware of the horrors outside that destroy beauty and innocence like it’s something… Read more

  • Olden Days And Picking Thoughts

    I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to… Read more

  • Joy

    downing a beer after tasting another slice of death results in a quickened heart and a shortness of breath as the sun shines through the elms across the road into my room making me smile with a sense of joy i shouldn’t be proud of yet it’s just so hard to resist at times and… Read more

  • The Stains Of History

    Not sleeping, nor masturbating. No sex, and no drinking. These are the things I enjoy most. To not do them, makes me very dull. So instead, I run myself a bath and wait for the impending heat to warm my aching bones. Maybe I’ll read some Bukowski, or perhaps listen to a little music. Or… Read more

  • Chaos, Reigns

    Between the layers of my mind, thoughts shift without time. They come and go as they please, never daring to introduce themselves. They come dressed in sheep’s clothing, puckered up like whores kissing the shattered asphalt. Sometimes, they grip me and won’t let go. They seize me and shake my bones. Always ready and willing,… Read more

  • Heaven As She Sleeps

    stillness gone waking shattered head all broken and dismal with the taste of shame flowing through my veins turning on my side she sleeps like a child lost to the world and still part of last nights allure stumbling to the bathroom and pissing like niagara falls such a familiar feeling and knowing pain that… Read more

  • She’s Got Hollow Bones And An Empty Heart

    Her tired painted face, aching with sexual prowess and sleaze. Some kind of wonder, leaving you choking on her remedy. It’s nauseating, and liberating. It makes you feel alive to know how many she’s slept with. To imagine how many hands and tongues have taken her to some higher plane. Obliterated all that she is… Read more

  • Mountains And Whores

    As the rain falls outside, there are no mountains left to find. There were none to begin with, though. They were just illusions like everything else. Illusions of a sick mind, abstractions that my ill body refused to give up on. There have never been any mountains, beneath the sea or above it. I fabricated… Read more

  • Disappear Here

    It’s just something that needs to be done. Something that fills me up with love. Warm spunk, ready to cover a temple of imperfection. Ready to infect, and to desecrate all that I deem fit. There’s not enough truth in fluid if you ask me. Not enough viscera. Sucking mouths and breasts. Placing fingers in… Read more