War
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Random encounters on the freeway. I’m grotesque. A mess of nerves and anxiety. Collapsing always, a waste of talent drifting among stationary vehicles on a cold, January night. The moon is dead. Dead like the rest. Drowned beneath century old icebergs. Mothers tongue ready for the haunt. Seven circles of hell around erect nipples. Read more
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Speech therapy for lizards. The cold bloodied made warm using symbols of lethargy and sex. Open wide to catch a lullaby or two. Torn pages scattered down the road. Faded ink of words stained with the meaning of love. The look of want. The need to be in someone’s arms. Blown apart like landmines we Read more
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the sky collapses. falling down. like buildings. bodies. and as the songbird flies. towards the sun. my heart breaks. beyond the war. the war of ourselves. beyond the darkest days. through the fire. thats rages. survivors dying. silver linings no more. everything. crumbles. the agony of a thousand paintings. a million faces. merging. into a Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 