adrenaline chaser.

a macabre prospect of veracity was its saccharine asseveration, rancorous and ever enduring – transient, the escape within reticence. mortality bred those with intemperate predilections for glory, but to no end could that assuage, quell that hysteria mounting in the forefront of ire. a twisted inevitability to brand them aphonic. it’s not enough. lechery bled into their hearts like a sickness, rapacious and inexorable. soldiers had their weaknesses too. perhaps death was their lantern, an amicable guide home ( to what? ) what’s glory? mendacity, and nothing else. foreboding etched little promise into the anarchic crevasse. ( no one deserves anything. ) even now, benighted among the snare of his sins, absolution belonged to the ghosts. an apotheosis of prevarication once disassembled him – annihilating him at the altar he’d sought it out, faith. hope, too was a luxury.

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   “James.“ she walks slowly into the room. It was not common that she could actually stay in James’ home, and that only happened when his piece of shit father didn’t stay in town. It was coming close to one in the morning and despite being at the near end of her reservations when it came to drink and cigarettes, she would not deny that what was sure to kill her was the heat. The heat plus being the smallest amount of drunk was sure to do her in now, she was sure of it. It  would do her in if she didn’t have ice cream to save her, so she walks in the room where James was, kicking her way through the clothes on the floor and bags and the Universe would know what else onto his bed "James.”

She climbs up laying with her back against his chest, it was not comfortable but that wasn’t the point. The point was that her hair would be on top of his eyes and mouth in a way that would seem accidental, only enough to wake him up. Even then, though, he remained unmoving. A displeased moan leaves her lips as Maxima’s body moves up, long brown curls falling over her shoulders. She looks down at him in the dark and, in all reality, sees nothing. The world is not straight and to try to see in the dark seemed like a super power, to stand up right seemed like a super power really. She lies back down but now her elbows find his ribs where she nudges him - what she thinks - gently “Jaames.”

She waits to hear him starting to wake up, a pout forms on her lips as she slides down to lay down beside him.

   “I want ice cream, it’s too damn warm and I’m melting.“ she cna hear that her words are slurred but she also doesn’t really care much "I can’t sleep without ice cream.”

torpidity ensnares, engraved within abyssal consternation -- preceding cogitation abhorrent in its accession of these embittered prospects, hysteria ablaze beneath currently hooded lids as the ascent and descent of his defined chest’s visceral turbulence to be discerned by the seraph whose intrusion never bore perturbation. somnolence too mounts an inexorable verity -- precipitous enlivening a voltaic surge to the veins as stubble riddled jaw shifted against the cascading tresses now seeking contact. a better awakening than fathomed, precedingly contemplated cognate to those choleric fists, acrimonious touch armed well beneath a perdition eternally endured. ( grief was not always silent. but mine will be. ) admonition, a reminder, this atramentous veracity -- entrustment finds no soul. upright, a beckoning coaxes his heavily muscled frame, definition aglow with the sudden acquiring of surplus resources. slurred declarations bleed into the reticence, severing with ease, as she did so well. filling the spaces where he could not. precognition was harrowing in its rise; her tolerance gnawed rapaciously to be encumbered by that silent ire. murderous in its adoration, ablaze, incandescent. his impaired paternal figure’s connection sought little but the liberty from a twelve year wound nursed by lunacy. ( we all suffer here. be still, and be quiet.  ) attention deviates, concentration fixated upon the presence residing there, limbs splayed about in intoxicated fashion. indolently scratching at the nape of his neck, contemplation seeks the hastiest pathway for acquiring the desired treat before he shifts to rest her beside him in fluid motion, feet seeking the stability of the ground as his frame rises to stand.                                  “Okay.”