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Mental Illness and the unravelling nature of visions beyond your control. The way your head flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva, and not enough love. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it to. Drifting away, the day is absent. Your eyes always open, never… Read more
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It starts with an absence of light. Dead lovers with their arms holding you tighter and tight. The shame on my face makes it easy to see, even when no one else is looking. In fact, it’s always so much harder when no one else is looking. Walking through fields of trees, nature makes me… Read more
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Whiskey in some cheap hotel room, as cheap as dreams and thin bedsheets. Pissing in the sink while dead to the world, then stumbling around not wanting to fall into the clutches of sleep. Junk food. Greasy hair. Naked as the bath runs while the sound of two lovers fucking leaves me feeling hyper… Read more
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Evening star as the streets call us home. Barely existing, yet alive in each other’s arms. There’s a time to be silent. In the middle of a storm when the town turns its back on us, and when those around are lost in the need to breathe. Captured in a single photograph, a girl… Read more
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Pick up the phone. Put it down again. Sat perched on the edge of the bed; the heavens fall with you. Grass stains on your knees, the way it used to be when to be a kid was all there ever was. Before the great fall, there was a place we called our own.… Read more
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She gazes at her reflection in a parked car. It makes no sense, and as the city swells, her insides paint themselves all down the sidewalk. Cracked pavements and lakes out of view. Bandages to cover signs of personal anguish; to keep together a soul on the verge of coming apart. Parks full of… Read more
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As well as continuing to develop my novel, next year I’m planning to publish a book containing a collection of selected blog entries. Available in digital and physical form, it will house my own personal favourites, as well as those that have received the most fanfare. It’s a vanity project, but also a way of… Read more
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She lactates as my head goes down. Experiences submerged. Questions unanswered as her milk collects between us. Bedsheets soaked. Passion unhindered by passing storms and salivating delight. She washes in the shower as a million stones gather around her waist, joining the orbit of lifeless men and insects that have been there before. Cold evening.… Read more
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Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into 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, and nightmares growing… Read more
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When I took her in my arms, she was spoon fed dead stars. Eyes wide, and the colour of frozen lakes. Black rainbow, with a halo above her wasted head. Crescent moon made of oil and snakes as it curved around the arch of her back. Would it make her tingle in all the… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 