Nicolas

Nicolas always loved reading but never wrote until recently. After moving from Paris to the USA, he missed the world left behind, so he began writing. He hasn't stopped since.

Easy read of the poems in the images above:

Venus as Lucifer

Today, I folded myself into a star and got pinned with feathers and tar to the sky. I had become your new god. I ached for the blissful emptiness of the cosmos.

My Child: feed me

Alas, in place of bliss, the tar scorched; pins in my wrists, feathers: only pain. Yet where I should have bled, I shed light.

My Child: hug me

Long after I lost all, I cried a red crystal of light. My gift to you, my Child. Eat it, and you will become the Morning Star.

My Child: love me.

No, I hate you.
Yes, I love you.

I am sorry.