Sex
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She sleeps in fire, hot coals beneath her feet. The rest use their sex, yet she is a mind that will not bend to the limitations of the flesh. Turn away from the dim crowd, and be like the trees. The body fades fast. Drifting further away each day, those eyes that seek you… Read more
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The broken window, and the rain that splashes through it onto our hands. A lit cigarette that falls to the dirty floorboards. Torn curtains and traces of blood. Fingerprints in dust. As the clock unticks while you brush your hair, I take off my clothes and stand naked before the mirror. The veins in… Read more
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Awake in the early hours, and laughing in the face of death. Blankets of shadows, so useless against the gaze of fate that comes creeping without delay. Time out of hand as we turn on our sides, we feel it calling. Despite every lover we ever held dear, it always reclaims what it gave. Existence… Read more
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She poses like a star, but she doesn’t shine brightly. Her flame went out long ago, extinguished by the adult world. There’s a million just like her, yet she clings to the belief that she’s one of a kind. All her life, she’s been a mess of self-obsession and glamour. From high school to nightclubs,… Read more
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Keep perfectly still. Don’t get upset. There’s nothing wrong; it’s just as it should be. Broken hearts. Drinking problems. Lost souls wandering like stray dogs on a taunting beach. Cold, harsh winds, and the scent of despair mixed with billion-year-old grains of sand. Such tiny little artefacts, slipping through your fingers as the hours… Read more
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Silently crying, she pushes away the door of the medicine cabinet. Seeking someone to rescue her, there’s no one save for the two brown eyes staring back in the mirror. Step outside in the rain, and take a deep breath to clear your head. Strung out like a lonely lover, there’s so much to… Read more
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Above everything else, I think about the frozen lake. As music flows through the half-open door, falling snow recreates her face. From the city to the sea, and through decorated trees. The landscape is hidden. All swans, invisible. Treading delicately, she melts everything around her. Winter sun, dancing souls upon what was once running… Read more
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Breathing the scent of your freshly washed hair, it goes against the melancholy that stains me. Staying up late into the early hours, the darkness outside my window comforts my fragile mind. Others are out partying and dancing to the sounds of sounds, yet I remain submerged in imagery. It would be easier to… Read more
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My testicular scan is tomorrow, which is worrying, yet at the same time good, as I can get it out of the way. I’m pretty sure it’s due to a build up of fluid, but there’s always the chance that it’s going to be bad news, so I’ll just have to wait and see. The… Read more
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The days chew me up and spit me out as if I were a piece of gum, yet I’m still writing after all these years. While others settle down to become obedient little machines, as night comes crawling, I’m far away, dancing with the shadows that haunt my mind. They don’t all haunt; some… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 