Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Relationships

  • The Fall

      All avenues between our smoke filled mouths cast aside. Beer then whiskey as rain pisses down in the streets we walked as students. Clouds and trees and endless cars. Sadness a drug as you wrap your body in a tight city dress. Those legs in black stockings. Those breasts beneath the image of a… Read more

  • Keep Breathing

    Make your own decisions. Keep going despite the unknowing voices that try to steer you away from the sun. Take control of those flashes of brilliance. Let them burn like wild fire on the plains of desolate cities. Through the thick and thin, there’s no other feeling that comes close. Do what you know. On… Read more

  • 5am On a Train to Purgatory Island

    They sit around not knowing. They gaze at their wrapped sandwiches feeling as though they used to be alive. The ones that wear suits are no better. They try and pretend but I can see in their faces that they don’t have a clue. Images can’t cover truth. A desperate sense of longing will always… Read more

  • Into the Night

    The nights burn, and the mornings drown. All those discoveries made in drunken seas of creation, forever lost the minute my eyes open to face another day. The lonesome hours of the evening take me on a journey. They show me things others can’t fathom. The stars in the sky watch as my body dissolves… Read more

  • Girl

    Piss stains on expensive carpets. Autumn leaves turned to dust between pages of explicit literature. Light a cigarette, stub it out. Masturbate to the sound of storms whilst stray cats drown in watery chasms. Smile at old photographs as your father sleeps the night away in dreams of cancer. The radiator leaks and drips water… Read more

  • Come Crashing Down

      Be prepared for hangovers that last a lifetime. Dreaming or living, I haven’t yet decided. Lost in fields of sunflowers, her body shimmers like a glass staircase to the moon. As a cigarette falls from my fingers, thoughts of her dance in my reckless mind as a dirge of hipsters push their way to… Read more

  • Useless Generation

      Smokers hunched over cancer sticks in the rain. Women with bodies boundless in heat. Eyes searching, they connect and seek what they want. They covet, as do I. My illness hidden until it’s too late; I let them in and make them dance to my tune. Their features smeared upon cracked mirrors; the night… Read more

  • Still

      These days of struggle. These hours of intent. In my room, I write. There are no amazing accolades. There is no money. My novel still a work in progress. So many years have I taken to arrive at this point, and still I’m only at the beginning. Doubt plagues me every day. I’m not… Read more

  • Nobody Ever Came

      Anxiety leading to depression, or maybe it’s the other way around. Drinking doesn’t help; that’s for sure. All that morning nausea and fear of the future. The fear of stepping foot outside the front door. Being sick in the kitchen sink. Sweat trickling down my face as I curled into a ball at the… Read more

  • Ordinary Madness

      Waking up surrounded by others, there are two spots on either side of my right nipple. Through chest hair, I see a reddened smear. Picking until it bleeds, my fingers sniff out cancer just in case. Awkward teenagers going shopping with their parents. Boys with crippling shyness and girls with braces supporting crooked teeth. Dragging feet… Read more