Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Take Me Away From This Big Bad World

    I woke to the sound of heavy rain. Fragments of a dream in my head. An ex-lover, the cheating one. She’d been wearing a dress whilst walking through the snow. The sight of her had made me happy. Yet when I woke, I could only feel cold and indifferent. It’s strange to think that I… Read more

  • People Fall

    people fall all the time they break down without even knowing they succumb, even when there’s nothing to fear they lose themselves to what isn’t even there these ghosts, they haunt and they taunt for no reason sometimes, all you can do is try to be strong even when you feel so weak inside people… Read more

  • Snuff

    Poetry in suffering. In drinking too much. In self-abuse and the dissolution of pointless bones. The mad should be worshipped, and the sane boiled in their own self-righteousness. Outcasts and dreamers. Eaters of words, and takers of hearts. If you can’t sleep, fuck. If you can’t fuck, sleep. The golden sentence, dancing behind black’d out… Read more

  • This Is What You Wanted

    Melancholia. Cities of dust. States of mind, flowing like endless rivers. People dance, others collapse. My mouth takes a drag on a cigarette. It blows out smoke to the blackened sky above. Beer and whiskey, churning in a greedy belly. Sleep stirs in the future. Unconscious desires, creeping in the shadows and at the nape… Read more

  • Where I end, You Begin

    And I howled to the moon when the walls of my mind broke down. I howled with despair when everything fell apart, and no one was there to save me. All alone and crumbling like a dead flower. It hurt and it burned. Down and out with nowhere to turn, all that was to be… Read more

  • Howl

    I bought a mask so I could howl to the moon and feel like it meant something. I’ve been howling for years, but it’s only now that it feels worthwhile. I howled in pain once, but no one listened, and no one came. Oh well, such is life.  Read more

  • We Are The Dead

    Under a spreading chestnut tree, I saw you, and you saw me. It’s raining. Sometimes snowing. These days, they sway like dying trees. Love in the burning embers of a fire. Emotion, so warm against pale skin. The air smells of insects. It tastes of leaves and dying dreams. The fall of another year, but… Read more

  • Suck

    A woman with a body of her own. My mouth around tender breasts. Sucking to elicit sensation. Sucking through perverse hunger. To taste a little flesh. To need the body of a lover, so she may flower before these pale blue eyes. Slip off that bra. Lay down upon soft linen. Let me tweak pert… Read more

  • Nature

    The nature of nature. Evil against women, and the evil that women do. All the animals, and all the trees, organic with sin. Hands of terror, reaching up from the core of whores. Persistent rain and wind along with all the insects in her belly. Hair and English scent stained into the fabric of what we are,… Read more

  • States Of Mindless Wonder

    Ain’t got no time for simple minds. No desire for humdrum lovers. The boring and the bland, so hopelessly lacking in anything worth saving. Faces like windows down endless, damned streets. Lost innocence. Forgotten magic. Where once there was fire, there’s now just ashes. Relics of yesterday, shadows fading out of view. Isn’t it sad,… Read more