Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Cellardoor

      Without love and lust, we’re just dead in the water. Without passion, we may as well give up. These days of chaos, they beg for all the lonely lovers of the world to unite; they yearn for the touch of all those with hidden fire in their hearts to say what they mean to… Read more

  • Bad Poetry

      It happens when you’re not looking. Unaltered shadows and bodies that speak of employment. Lift up her skirt and witness the cables and computer screens that have replaced her sex. Lose yourself not in expression but the life pursuit of money. That’s what you say, hey? Photographs of identical beings, of ignorance and want.… Read more

  • This Is An Exit

      Nailing my hands to the cross, my mouth is turned upside down. The way the candle burns as she yearns for my touch; for the way my fingers explore her neurosis. Shoveling ashes, my days are spent hunting witches. They eat children. They float and suck on tender flesh. Oh, but these witches are… Read more

  • Show Some Bones Again

      This world drags me down. People drag me down. I’m tainted by their cruelty, by their inability at seeing the beauty that surrounds them. The visible. The unknown. The magic of what it means to exist in a universe brimming with chaos. Sometimes I can’t take it. I can feel the tears in my… Read more

  • Loser

      The Christmas tree is up but not decorated. I couldn’t muster the energy. Young lovers pose for all the world to see, and I want to tell them it’s all it’s cracked up to be, yet that would be lying. The beauty of love is when everything falls apart and the truth inevitably outs. The… Read more

  • Scaphism

      I see you in Coney Island with that mouth of yours. Portions of your body spread across a dozen TV screens; that familiar nose and those breasts pushed together just how they used to be. Kind of like a slut, but not as easy. Kind of like a queen, yet not as remarkable. I’ve… Read more

  • Follow Your Soul

      Dreamt I was back with an old lover- the one with the rabbits. In the end, I tried killing myself- no need figuring out the metaphor there. Somewhere in between, I was stood by the side of a road watching a bus burst into flames. There were people inside, and some were trying to… Read more

  • Somebody Make Me Say No

      It’s strange how a body is both an ecosystem for physical wonders and untold nervous despair. I’ve seen you grow from a woman into a girl, and it doesn’t suit you at all. I’ve seen the marks on your arms, and I know how you feel inside. Think of us as memories before we’ve… Read more

  • Girl Afraid

      A photograph of her final moments before she became just another girl. It’s never cut and dry, yet there are always exceptions. Being self-absorbed never did anyone any good, not least someone in possession of such beauty. Hiding from the light behind layers of pretence, some use it as a turn on- the same… Read more

  • Seasons Spent Alone

      Those ex-lovers, how they dance in the darkness down every lonely street we ever walked. Those tight bodies, how they shower in cold sunlight with a complete lack of something I can never put my finger on. She once told me how she pondered taking her life in the early hours at the foot… Read more