These Words.

Attack

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