There is a deafening stillness in the air. You choke on it
Can't breathe around the almost silence, can't be sure if it's silent or not
Bceuase adrenaline is a hell of a drug
And it's got blood pounding in your ears,
Louder than the explosion of a gun.
There's a feeling,
The heady rish of a hunt
The promise of spilled blood.
You've known this feeling almost as long as you can remember;
before your first kiss, your first time, your first lie,
and that was better than any willing body beneath your own.
Better, but not the best.
The best is the darling boy who shares them with you;
Long legs and misused charm.
White teethe and hazel eyes.
The way the moonlight colors his skin is better than a shot to the head
YOU ARE READING
These Words.
PoetryA collection of poetry written a year ago, a month ago, a week ago. and today. Themes of love, loss, regret, happiness, the past, the future and many unexplainable emotions. Enjoy. :)