Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Prose

  • Clinging To Beauty And Despair

    Shedding skin and cracked teeth. The things you see on the streets, and the horrors of first light. The parade of carcass’s, attracting flies and lying eyes. It drains me to breathe the same air as them, to go through the motions of such banality. To pretend that it’s worthwhile and that the days have meaning… Read more

  • She Sleeps With The Angels

    It’s in the trees, and upon her skinny wrists. It’s somewhere out of reach, and floating in the clouds. (Angel come closer, and bring me your dreams) All those yesterdays, those forgotten months and washed out faces. When life is somehow false, an apparition appears of what living should really be. When happiness is a… Read more

  • The Lucid Tongues Of Sluts

    They think they know what it means, but what it really means, is stained into their hollow little bones. Yeah, the ones wrapped in cheapened flesh, painted for the eyes of all the non believers. In the plagued, desperate streets, they parade themselves as if it were something worth seeing. As if it were somehow… Read more

  • Autumn Eyes

    All is serene, and my body feels good as I step into the garden. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, I roll a cigarette while listening to birdsong. It’s a beautiful sound, and as the birds fly above my head between the trees, the smell of freshly cut grass makes the moment that little bit sweeter.… Read more

  • She’s More Natural Than The Trees

    That feeling you get when you wake up in the morning with a hangover and a dry mouth. Sucking on an ice-cube can help. Makes the mouth taste less like a cats arsehole. Stumbling outside into the garden, I sat on the grass and watched a spider scuttle several feet towards me until a bird… Read more

  • Oblivion And Bottled Beer

    All day long and I’m looking forward to losing myself. After work and a warm bath eases aching bones. A cigarette to make everything calm. Dressed in my best, the mirror shows that I’m a regular guy. But the mirror is false. A little food and then a walk a back into town. To a… Read more

  • The Way She Hushes

    There’s something about her gaze. How she can melt away the barricades of your heart, with just the simplest of smiles. She has you wrapped around her finger, hook, line, and sinker. Being caught was something you wanted. You allowed it to happen because to be her victim was just too pleasurable an offer to turn… Read more

  • This Is An Exit, Back

    This is a way of leaving things behind. Of tasting things that were once real. She’s looking into the future. She’s looking at stars that have been dead for years. There’s all the love in the world, hanging from her neck. All the dreams you could ever muster, floating inside her head. There’s nothing more… Read more

  • Something I Once Wrote

    I wrote this in September 2011. it’s a golden hue, the night horizon that stretches out forever into darkness. shimmering lights, eyes of wine, eyes of dreams. autumn leaves, the scent of lovers in the chill air. it’ll be christmas soon, another wasted year, closer to death, flesh and bone into sand. my hand aches… Read more

  • Careful With That Axe, Stephen

    I’ve been sleeping all day pretty much. I’m tired, and my bones ache. Even a warm bath can’t seem to heat them up. My hands don’t belong to me, they go against my wishes. My body just won’t move. It’s given up so it seems. In my bed looking out the window, all I can… Read more