Romance Bloody Romance

S. K. Nicholas

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She dwells at the bottom of the sea. She is an orchid- a vision behind the mirror that itches my teeth and dances under my tongue. She draws the curtains and touches herself as wild horses storm the sidewalk stamping on those who never believed in her love. Fingers sinking in, she leans her head back and listens to the sounds of Magazine as the vinyl spins round like her divided head or perhaps the wheels of a bus that glide down the freeway reeking of marmalade and sexual distortion. Meth. C-c-c-cocaine. Stubbed out cigarettes that point from her body like biblical shards of light. She forgets herself. She cuts to awaken the spirits that haunt her sleep so they may slide out and drift through the window to possess another. Tingling toes. Flower tattoos that wrap around her arms before spreading up the walls and across the floral carpet. There…

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Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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