Sex
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Her body, shapeless like a jewel. Suspended in space she shudders at the sight of all things unholy. Scratch your initials into the flesh of her thigh. Churchyards under starlight. A sequence of images regarding love and loss from autumn through till Spring. Place a wreath upon the lonely soil. Say some words to send… Read more
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I want to be alone. Want to kill myself a million times over and wake up the next morning in the arms of a lover who never says no. Pour me a glass of wine. Roll me a smoke and hold me close as everything comes apart. Let me suckle your breast as you… Read more
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Have a shower. Strip off them worn clothes, and feel the water that eases aching bones. Stand there in silence, cleansed of sin and work. Wash that beard. Run those fingers through greasy hair. Grab those balls, and say sorry to all the unborn children that never had a chance. It’s still summer, but it… Read more
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Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball while sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, and the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy their magic,… Read more
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Drinking tea and cold sunshine, the Facebook memory informed me that it had been five years since Sarah and I had laid little Bethany to rest. As others sat around in the smoking shelter at work, their conversations drifted over my head as I looked down at the words written on that secret morning so… Read more
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It’s raining, and masturbation brings little relief, nor does the presence of others. Sex is a weapon. An impulse that shames. Stuck between the horrors of nature and man, there’s only addiction and cancer. Borderline Personality Disorder as puddles form in the middle of the road. Sometimes it feels as though people are worth… Read more
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The sound of church bells mixed with Autumn sunshine. The sky endless as bodies rejoice. Floating in baths of warm sand, they’re neither here nor there. Books full of words that know nothing of defeat. Silence golden, just like the limbs of a lover. Riddles in the clouds. Symbols drawn on saddened shells. Drink milk… Read more
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The urge came about to take a break from writing. Maybe nail it on the head for a month. Working forty hours a week and writing for another thirty drains the life out of me. It’s what I love, but as the winter months draw in, being exhausted all the time isn’t my idea… Read more
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Cute Japanese girl. English wallflower. Milky lover, sometimes a mother. Fear of water. Fear of wombs. Big eyes and cinema expectation. New York City on her vulva as the revolver in my hand glistens in the rain. Sweetness to ease the weakness as the moon sinks into the lake that drowned your sister. Rapists… Read more
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Come fall into my arms. Taste a little death. See what I am, and never look back. Stick your fingers in, and spread wide all I desire. Show me the way home. Massive like bombs, our collision will spark riots from Kyoto to Berlin. Darkly appearing from the edges of nowhere, there will be no… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 