Sleeping
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My mind is a whirlpool of autumn eyes and half-remembered dreams. Dancing within, she torments me without even trying. The beautiful one, the one who’s struck me dumb with love. There are so many words I could use to describe her, but none could ever do her justice. In the future, when we’re floating somewhere Read more
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Sinking feelings and angel dust. Babies breath and crushed hearts. Let me swim someplace where I can be free. Let me grow my beard and be a holy man. I’m tired of everything. Of broken dreams and time travel. My feelings are invisible, lost forever in the rain. There’s nothing in me except for a Read more
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Self esteem is a bore, or so it was once said. Being kind to old ladies makes me feel happy. Smiling at the trivial things, like the way they appreciate you giving them a little of your time. Talking about all those meaningless subjects like the weather, or the way their memory isn’t what it Read more
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By the river she is unseen, infinite and dark as the shadows roll across mirrored water. Where no one can see her, she undresses beneath the dead sun, her pale flesh glowing like snow. She is translucent and opulent, like shards of shards, dreamlike and swollen. The horizon lined with gums and tongues, redder than Read more
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My tumor is mocking and always there. A spiteful mass of lumps and gristle, throbbing and revolting. Itching and burning, it’s covered with sores that bleed when touched. I can’t sleep anymore because of it, and it talks to me all through the night, the venom of its words too much for me to take. Read more
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Outside, a darkened sky. Trees with no leaves standing motionless and lonely. The nature of love, haunting and faint as the lights of town shimmer far away on the horizon. I’ve run myself a bath, although it’s too hot at the moment, so I’m waiting for it to cool down until I can slip in Read more
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Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into their 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, nightmares growing Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 