Sex
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Stars, countless stars. Some dead, others yet to be born. Overhead, they shimmer wordless as my fingers sink into the earth. Blades of grass. Time is still. Sounds not there, she looks up at them too, but I don’t know what she sees. Autumn. Summer. We speak words that will never be repeated. They… Read more
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The romance of cold, somber evenings. The coming together of damned lovers as the world dissolves behind closed curtains. Others play out the same paths. Those familiar ways of being we all know so well. They’re told what’s expected of them, and they deliver every time. They do it without even knowing, and as… Read more
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Between the sheets with nature and soft machines. Contemporary horrors and the flavour of existence picking away at you somewhere between your shoulder blades. Belly-dancing on the streets as you skip from bar to bar. Trash and flowing alcohol all around, we move without sound to where the night keeps on growing. Black stockings. Videotapes… Read more
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Cold so cold with snow and empty parking lots everywhere you dare look. Flirtatious girl afraid of mirrors, but not of cameras. Dressed in next to nothing with white teeth so glossy, visions of heaven consume while taking a bath, as do feelings close to limbo while waking up past noon all bleary eyed and… Read more
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Exotic pain as you sway on the pavement. Twisting this way and that like a cat, I wrap my arms around you as bombs drop in the distance. Those blood red gums of yours. Those big brown eyes reflecting the lights of passing cars. Such a sweet dreamer as the weight of the world… Read more
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I collected a vision of her, of her walking towards a point overlooking the town. A place where the sun smashes down, and she goes there, planting her hips, ready to flower, and I follow her, because she’s a beginning. Everything that moves goes away from here, but that’s already happened. Upon waking, I light… Read more
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Eyes in the fire. Virgin Mary. Breasts so tender. Fingers so itchy. Waking in the early hours to dreams of my hands being cut off. Bolting upright and sweating like a fucker. Harder and harder against the window. Rainfall so deafening. Your body should be mine. It should keep me warm on these lonely nights.… Read more
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A soundtrack of passionate sighs as we sit in silence watching the waves draw ever close. Hysterical, I open a bottle of beer using my teeth and light a cigarette. Things drown, and as your hands linger on the steering wheel, there’s only yesterday that keeps us together. Wrapped in blankets, you’re just like… Read more
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It’s closing time, and all the roads are empty and covered with snow. Red leaves swim in blood, and as you slip and fall, my fingers are too busy rolling a cigarette to catch you. It’s Sunday, but the days are unimportant. Lazy hours spent in bed with nowhere to go but each other’s arms,… Read more
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Seductive cunt. She’s got a name, but I can’t remember it. It’s not important. Shouting lovers uninteresting. Stream of misplaced thoughts, gone. Layers of porno and saliva that drip from my mouth to hers. Legs raised upon my shoulders, I’ll give it to her hard. Squeezed tits. Cursing always. She bites as I pull her… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 