Sex
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Lifetimes spent working, bleeding. Vessels half submerged. Ex-lovers. Spirits in their touch and fingernails creeping unknown even to them. Open your mouth and let me do things I can’t comprehend. Let me take you down. Searchlights as you undress on the balcony. Distant music as the animals are doused in petrol and set alight.… Read more
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Lump on my testicle. Drove me mad. Damaged brain, split me straight down the middle. The skull watching on the step, a reminder of what I am beneath. Young girl smoking a cigarette with fingers so slender. Teeth white slabs. Eyes shy and cute. Searching thoughts in the curve of her wrist. There’s something… Read more
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I wish I were in it for the money, but all I care about is the soul. Impossible dreams regarding lost love; childhood fantasies the stuff of which the adult world does its best to extinguish. Find me drunk and in love beneath bedsheets on restless Sunday afternoons. It’s not the thing to do… Read more
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All I want is to be alone. Sunshine through the dirty blinds; a lack of oxygen watching American Psycho for the seventh time in a week. I am an exit, but deep inside I wish only to be beautiful. Self-preservation. Denial in the face of crowds. Illusionary conditions while drinking tea watching the morning… Read more
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It’s in the passage of time that passes invisibly. Sometimes, I want to hold you close and say it’ll be forever; only there’s too much junk keeping us apart. The words do their best to pick me up, yet it’s so easy to revert inwards and not feel a thing. I change my mind;… Read more
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Your country is the night, and I’m just a stranger on foreign shores. Those underpasses and the taste of electricity on your neck; they make me shake with rage. Fantasies about the times when pleasure and love were all there ever was. Serenade them as if they were the sun, just make sure never… Read more
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3 am. Bodies in flight. Stomach ulcers and the look on your face without make-up. Lifting up your shirt I slide off your bra as if it were made of leaves. There are certain things a man needs to do, even if he has no idea why he does them. Chemicals to bring us… Read more
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Writing not to escape, but to confront. Words to rub salt into open wounds. Beauty in the haunting revelations that trickle out like blood from a cut wrist. Don’t pout. Don’t look for admiration. This mess we call living is neither admirable nor charming. We are not victims. We are not survivors. Existence is… Read more
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When everything falls apart, the world stands still. The moment when the precious nature of life is laid bare; there’s nothing we can do but fall as they do. Hold close the ones you love, and never let them go. Cling to those who move you, and promise me there will never be a… Read more
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They say they mean it, but offer them a way out and they’ll surely take it. They say they believe in love, yet look at how easy it is for them to fall into the arms of another. Such wonders to be found in the glory of chaos. Such bewilderment in simply being. Yet… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 