Sex
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See the world but don’t see yourself. Buried too deep within flesh and bone. Submerged in shadows like ink across the eyes. Days and weeks and months and years. Seasons fade. Not reborn just replayed. Sex dispels. It paints pictures that aren’t real. American hostages lined up by the side of a roadblock. Floating in… Read more
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You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers. A tiny violin on cute little wrists. Crimson kings and bandages suffering like a million victims of war. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading… Read more
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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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I owe it to the dreams that always bring me around. Such madness so glorious and terrible. Faith in drunken kisses as the ocean creeps to our naked feet. Play the piano and dance with the trees. Embrace the lonely hours like they never even existed. I’m not the same, yet I’m exactly how… Read more
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Ink across the eyes haunting like a lover from the past. Lost places and faces grabbing my feet as I sleep. Lies woven into the very fabric of what I am. A series of images repeating like a stuck reel of film in an abandoned cinema. It rains and smoke curls around my hands as… Read more
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Skylights as another darling cuts herself whilst pouting in the mirror. All this misery in self obsession. This damned lust for sadness when the horrors of nature should make us thankful for everything we already have. Sex can’t save you, nor can the embrace of yet another blurred face. It comes from within. Redemption and… Read more
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They go wild like a clock that never speaks. They cry at the moon when the words always fail. Pioneers of something wonderful and mute. Show me the way to all things resolute. Obey me. Praise my hollow bones on a dirt pile made of patience and joy. So many pretty faces. So much lipstick.… Read more
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Inescapable like fate. Immovable like a mountain. Climbing a church spire and smoking until it hurts your lungs. So much vision and wonder. So many places never to be known. All those lowly insects. All that passion in the back seats of a million burnt out cars. Damned by the touch of all those you’ll… 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
Author S. K. Nicholas 