Sex
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Scattered black petals as she undresses beneath a crescent moon. Necklace removed then placed by the sink; an evening of shame slowly dissolves as she bathes herself in lukewarm water. If it takes a golden ring to capture her love, then that’s what it takes. If there’s nothing left to give other than saying… Read more
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It’s down all those streets you had long since forgotten. It’s in the trees that called your secret name so many years ago. There’s no reason to fear all that has passed, just take a peek inside, and see what you find. Some buildings remain the same, whilst others have crumbled. Some relics have long… Read more
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If there’s anything worse than needing to take a shit, and being unable to get things going, then it’s someone celebrating becoming another brick in the wall. A well paying job. Married with ectopic pregnancies. The dismal horrors of a good pay check for doing nothing other than following a ghastly design of respectable life.… Read more
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Concrete England. Countrysides and inner turmoil while fading in comparison to the Americans. Our killers pale; our sex so timid and sickly like sour milk. Short skirts and lipstick; kids in prams and needles flushed down toilets. The darkness within compared to smiles of sunshine and orange juice. Biscuit tins containing old bank notes mixed… Read more
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The weather irritates my skin. It makes people come out the woodwork showing off their nauseating bodies. They look like bloated corpses, and I am not amused. It’s like being in an oven. Suffocating like burns victims. Sweaty everything as toothache robs me of sleep. I remember the drawings and kissed lips beneath dim lights… Read more
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They tried to cut me into pieces, but I wouldn’t let them. They tried to render me numb like a victim, but this mind of mine was never meant to be tied down. You think I’m only here, but I’m everywhere. Past and present sin. All those lovers that dance down all those lonely streets,… Read more
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Storms and riderless horses and ice ages whilst the curvy girls scowl at the flat chested girls + yet I’m not watching just drinking as the sun burns my pale skin + It’s not that I’m scared of dying it’s just that I don’t want to know the truth because I already know and it’s… Read more
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In the throes of fucking, we come undone. Pink nipples while eating sushi from the torsos of whores. Veins full of tiny voices. Head-soaked lullabies while King Girl chases the dragon. Blood between her legs, and the way those eyes blink so pretty. So much suffering in an age of imperfection. In the eye of… Read more
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Some Islamic State insect strolls along a beach shooting so easily at holidaymakers. From the waters of a heavenly womb, to death on foreign sands. Basking in the sun one minute, breathing their last the next. A dozen or so were my fellow countrymen. One was a blogger, an attractive girl seeking a career in… Read more
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In an orchid of kissing particles, the sun bathes me in its sepia glow, though I’m undeserving of such enlightenment. Digging deeper still, there’s no way out except for down. Faces long since disappeared, the truth is somewhere far away. It calls my name so quietly in the dead of night. It haunts my days… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 