Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Several Little Deaths

    Melting faces and ladybirds. Give me the taste of wine and let me celebrate the evening. Give me a girls hard body to grind up against. All the fucking and sucking of yesterday, I miss it more than ever. I miss those summers of doing nothing, of existing in a blur of oil paint and… Read more

  • The Ghost of What She Is

    By the river she is unseen, infinite and dark as the shadows roll across mirrored water. Where no one can see her, she undresses beneath the dead sun, her pale flesh glowing like snow. She is translucent and opulent, like shards of shards, dreamlike and swollen. The horizon lined with gums and tongues, redder than… Read more

  • That Ghost Just Isn’t Holy Anymore

    She poses like a star, but she doesn’t shine brightly. Her flame went out long ago, extinguished by the adult world. There’s millions just like her, yet she clings to the belief that she’s unique. All her life, she’s been a mess of self obsession and glamour. From highschool to nightclubs, dancing as the watchful… Read more

  • Between Sex and Death

    Symbols painted on her flesh, she flowers before me whilst uncrossing her legs. Black stockings and swirling smoke for eyes, somewhere over the desert a plane crashes into the sand causing a smile to spread upon her trembling red lips. All those unmarked graves, those lives that disappeared without a trace. In the lonesome diner,… Read more

  • Star Lover

    The trembling walls of pink flesh. Flowers that look like sex organs. Flowers that eat sex organs. Picked clean out, the throbbing nature, of a darkly act. Behind closed doors, beyond the prying eyes of strangers, the things that are to be done. They tickle and sting. Fantastically, they sing, of all things wondrous. The… Read more

  • All of whom are witches

    Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into their thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, nightmares growing… Read more