Ele Nichols
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Ele Nichols
@elenichols.bsky.social
🚬 conjuring art in liminal spaces between order & chaos. your resident aesthetic terrorist making the establishment uncomfortable. poetry is just arson with prettier words 🔪
I am never forgetting to login to BlueSky again
April 14, 2025 at 7:01 PM
They’ll call the camps “relocation.” Call the dead “unregistered.” You’ll whisper, “Someone should’ve stopped this.”
Someone is you.
Before the vans. Before the boots. Now.
Or kneel later, gagged by your own silence.
February 25, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Your turn: 3 AM. Boots. A rifle butt cracks your jaw. Blood soaks the floor as they drag you past screaming kids. Your dog’s corpse left in the hall.
No cops arrive. No ER saves you.
You’ll choke on smoke, starve as food vanishes.
This isn’t fiction. It’s your life.
February 25, 2025 at 10:50 PM
4/4 If society were a porn flick, these pricks would be the skeezy directors yelling, “More exploitation! Less lube!”
February 21, 2025 at 9:17 PM
3/4 And the worst part? They’re proud of it. They’re basically circle-jerking in the spotlight, comparing who can screw over the most vulnerable people the hardest, while a bunch of slack-jawed sycophants cheer them on.
February 21, 2025 at 9:17 PM
2/4 They stride into their marble halls, cocksure as hell—like they’ve already shot their load into the Constitution and are now taking a leisurely smoke break. Meanwhile, we’re left picking up the soggy pieces, wondering if we’ll ever feel clean again.
February 21, 2025 at 9:17 PM
‘Fangs’ by me
January 18, 2025 at 6:35 PM