Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Ares

    The place where we break ourselves. The bed on which we fuck until the sun’s swallowed by the hollow moon. London disease. Free way decapitation as I press my hands around your throat whilst gazing into wishful eyes. Solemn lovers. Melancholy sweethearts drunk on ideas and cheap wine. Books eaten instead of food. The dead… Read more

  • 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

  • Ice Breaker

    The kid lies half in the gutter, half in the road. A blanket covers his kicked in face. A cigarette perched between my lip and finger, there’s only selfish thanks that it’s him and not me. Traffic clogs the dirty streets. An ambulance struggles to reach him like my desires battle against flesh. Blood and… Read more

  • Phase #3 (starless)

    She dances to the man in the unmarked grave. Old guitars in Mexico that trap her timid soul. Insects crawling on her thighs as the night bares witness to the scars of darkened pasts. This is here, and we are now. The universe alive in the cuts upon her tiny wrists. Bulimic woes and ghosts… Read more

  • This Is How We Are

    When you’re coming apart at the seams, what do you see inside? When no one believes in your dreams, how does it make you feel? Do you break down in despair, or do you drink to numb the pain? When so many years of visions and faith have passed you by, do you still have… Read more

  • /Cadence//

    all those greasy piggies and. cigarettes. overweight. stinking. deformed like sex in sunken nightclubs. drunk. vacant. her. here. there. teeth in maelstrom holes. vagina dentata. Hand jobs and solvent abuse. lights. flashing. hidden disease. covered faces. mouth. cancer. breasts. skin. flesh. genital warts. elephant man. 4f. tumour. pissing delinquent. humphrey bogart. expanding universes in her… Read more

  • Under The Skin

    English fears and English desperation. Silence among the empty buildings that litter every high street. Traffic jams outside shopping malls on dull, Sunday afternoons. It rains while the insects go about their daily chores consumed by mediocrity. Cemeteries, disused roads, and trash on every corner. Flashing lights beneath clouds the shape of her swollen belly.… 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

  • Hidden Depths

    Daylight leaks through the window. Bottles of empty promises at the foot of a cold bed. Cigarettes stubbed out on books, and the stench of stale air blanketing pale skin. Time out of hand, the morning drowns all hope. Nausea and regret on her trembling lips, she’s just a girl of little consequence. Painted fingernails… 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