Relationships
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She stands before the abandoned water tower. Covered in snow with dead trees reaching out to her, this feels like a dream, but I know it’s really happening. She says I’m disgusting, but I’ve seen what she looks like on the inside. Whiskey makes my teeth stand on edge. It burns a hole in… Read more
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In the early hours of the morning, an ostrich stumbles into the road as I wake from troubled dreams involving the blushing cat girl and the stench of gasoline. I live in England, yet my dreams take me close to Salk Lake City. I know nothing of this place save that Ted Bundy murdered… Read more
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You can escape the slums and replace them with beaches, yet you’re still the same old girl running from the same old fears. Locations take our breath away, but underneath it all, it’s just a charade. What good is something that can never speak? Golden sunsets send a shiver down my spine, but in… Read more
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My mother was telling me about some kids she went to school with back in the seventies. One died in a fire while working in a hat factory. The other succumbed to a brain tumor, the third, a motorcycle crash. All that potential snuffed out before they even had a chance. Now they’re just… Read more
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These old ghosts. They stink of dust and candle wax. So many broken promises, lost love, and letters to the dead. Haunted by the coming of autumn and the falling of dying leaves. Fields of corn where I escape to when reality becomes too much. She sleeps so tender yet her tongue is cursed.… Read more
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The cat keeps on looking at me. I throw a marble at it, and he runs into the kitchen and sulks. I’m tired, so I drink another beer and study my Christmas presents. Earlier, I received a message from a girl in America. She thanked me for existing. It made me feel less like… Read more
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All day long I’ve been bombarded with other people’s opulence, so much so that I prayed for war during the Queen’s Speech. When I calmed down, I watched in silence as rain got in through the window and extinguished my candle. I’m angry, yet do nothing about it. Too many whiskies last night has… Read more
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Three stars upon her forehead, and the discovery of adult literature as she hides in the undergrowth. Piano music to drive away monsters lurking in early morning sorrow. Addiction, sometimes chemical, sometimes creation. Growing a beard to summon past ghosts, only to shave it off while bored and lacking in emotion. Nothing touches me… Read more
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In a constant state of unrest, my eyes are orbital hell. In a perpetual frenzy of feeling, she undresses without having to be asked twice. The lights of passing cars come and go while we smoke in the shadows. Dead leaves and stomach ulcers as the crowd disperse without knowing who or what we… Read more
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These bags of bones. These humans so captivated by all that’s useless. Bodies that grow old and dreams that die along with the last days of childhood. You’re so beautiful, and yet you’re in love with climbing the golden ladder that leads only to death. Fitting in. Succeeding with others. I should worship these… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 