Shimmering Substance-S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


There’s dust in the air I try not to breathe, but it’s just impossible to resist. There’s sunshine that keeps tickling my toes as they poke out the foot of the bed but the day can go ahead and wait. I’m busy being lazy, so leave me alone as I lie here dreaming of portals and all the dead pets that have slipped through my fingers over the years. Are they now in heaven? Are they running through fields of green awaiting my eager voice to once again cry out their names? I doubt it, but it’s a nice thought. There are cups of tea to ease hangovers and hangovers to ease the problems of the seconds and minutes and days that eat away at my confused brain. The stink of a beer shit is king. The words that bubble in my veins- they are my queen, and for as…

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  1. Heartafire says:

    A remarkable writer!

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Indeed! And a particularly spectacular piece.

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