The Harvest She Brings-S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


She keeps a small photograph of Ian Brady in her purse. She says it’s because she likes his mouth- how it’s turned down and just so apathetic- but I think it runs deeper than that. Still, I love her all the same. When she sticks out her tongue as we spin in circles, I pinch it between my fingers making her squeallike a naughty child. As I blink away the rain that’s running into my eyes, I tilt my head and laugh not caring about anything else. There are echoes of yesterday, and there’s loss, and no matter what we do we will be defeated. In fact, we will be crushed, and yet for some reason, we keep on spinning in these wild circles until the days blur into one and the universe is just us. We have no time for anything elsebecause everything that isn’t us is just so

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