Relationships
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The shining light of faith. The unstoppable belief of a lover lost at sea holding a candle against the raging, invisible storm. Against everything we prevail. With our hearts on the line, we survive on the thinnest of margins. On thin ice we dance knowing that at any second the watery womb will take us… Read more
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Time flies like a broken arrow. Magpies pecking for secrets in the soil, my story crawls lonely in the shade. It hides beneath her pretty little dress. Sun dyed hair blowing in the wind, there’s just no telling where my mind will drift to today. Each layer of what we call living exhumed, there’s no… Read more
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Hands upon the canvas. Hands on her breasts. Cigarettes in the gutter like seasons spent in hell. Six sheets to the wind. Coffee in the pot like mental illness shifting through petrified trees. Closed-mouthed nothings across the table in a war-torn cafe. Boredom in approach. Aching formalities when the removal of clothes is all… Read more
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All those greedy bellies. All those juicy bodies just begging to be eaten. Forbidden fruits hanging from tainted trees. Indulge me in something extreme. Shower my eyes with kisses that taunt like a jilted lover. Emotions stubbed out like cigarettes. There’s nothing worse than panda eyes in the pouring rain. There’s nothing more cruel than… Read more
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An obsession with the past. So much so that the present slips through your fingers. It’s in the romance of the fall. The struggle of dancing with distant stars and breathing in the intoxicating scent of every atom that burns with delirious passion. The descent is what makes us crave life. The hand of… Read more
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Don’t try finding me. I’ll be a ghost before dawn comes calling. Maybe it was just a whim. Maybe it was because the pieces couldn’t be put back together any more. Who can say when the only witness lays scattered in the dark. Who can say what we’re looking for when we ourselves can’t say… Read more
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She takes photographs of dead people. She captures herself even though she has no image. Eating barbiturates keeps her face from sinking. American dead. London vampires feeding all through the night. Pouting little piggies, wrapped in cashmere with nowhere to look but down. Gaze at beauty and reduce it to a mere object. Worship the damned… Read more
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Buildings around her throat. Tunnels drowned with perfumed leaves. Biscuit tins. Cars on the freeway moving like fireflies in the distance. Cracked ice. Dreams dispersing with the coming of day. Sunlight on stubble. Rain on windows. Sliding down then vanishing as if they never existed at all. English countryside. Bus journeys through forests. Fresh morning… Read more
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we eat worlds and spit out the rest madness and love. mixed together like blood and lust she gives me control tears away at my restraint. tears away at every hole on my hands and on my knees. she brings release destroying every last doubt until there’s only sin and sin is where we come… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 