Relationships
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I want to fuck you on the shores of Fukushima; to taste all that’s toxic about your body and damn myself in the process. Beer doesn’t work the way it used to. The memory of your face duller with every lover, my tendency for adultery’s hard to resist. It’s in the search for more… Read more
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It happens when you’re not looking. Unaltered shadows and bodies that speak of employment. Lift up her skirt and witness the cables and computer screens that have replaced her sex. Lose yourself not in expression but the life pursuit of money. That’s what you say, hey? Photographs of identical beings, of ignorance and want.… Read more
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This world drags me down. People drag me down. I’m tainted by their cruelty, by their inability at seeing the beauty that surrounds them. The visible. The unknown. The magic of what it means to exist in a universe brimming with chaos. Sometimes I can’t take it. I can feel the tears in my… Read more
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The Christmas tree is up but not decorated. I couldn’t muster the energy. Young lovers pose for all the world to see, and I want to tell them it’s all it’s cracked up to be, yet that would be lying. The beauty of love is when everything falls apart and the truth inevitably outs. The… Read more
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Dreamt I was back with an old lover- the one with the rabbits. In the end, I tried killing myself- no need figuring out the metaphor there. Somewhere in between, I was stood by the side of a road watching a bus burst into flames. There were people inside, and some were trying to… Read more
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It’s strange how a body is both an ecosystem for physical wonders and untold nervous despair. I’ve seen you grow from a woman into a girl, and it doesn’t suit you at all. I’ve seen the marks on your arms, and I know how you feel inside. Think of us as memories before we’ve… Read more
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A photograph of her final moments before she became just another girl. It’s never cut and dry, yet there are always exceptions. Being self-absorbed never did anyone any good, not least someone in possession of such beauty. Hiding from the light behind layers of pretence, some use it as a turn on- the same… Read more
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Those ex-lovers, how they dance in the darkness down every lonely street we ever walked. Those tight bodies, how they shower in cold sunlight with a complete lack of something I can never put my finger on. She once told me how she pondered taking her life in the early hours at the foot… Read more
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I crawl from the waters edge and lock myself in the toilet. I abuse myself thinking of your breasts as snakes slither beneath the door. There’s no shame in my actions, yet to reduce you tickles me with guilty pleasure. Such a cute little mouth, yet it stands for nothing as my imagination strips… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 