Ultraviolence

Hes got the fire and he walks with it

29th December 2017

Ezequiel darcc

I parked my jet black Ferrari into the concrete parking lot of the shopping centre in the middle of town. It's darkness sat in the world around me. I sat their for a second, waiting for the tracker of my phone to find her. The prolonged tiny green loading circle span around five times completely before I could see where she was. My one true love, Amelia Sparashe. Her eyes were blue like the deepest lake of sapphire, her hair was long and dark brown like the forever expanding branches of an oak tree. I slowly made my way out of my car, carrying a small, green bottle of beer as my eyes remained on the phone. I saw she was going along Elwood road on her usual route from her house to the 'olde star' each week, I saw the way she talked with Nina. And I didn't like it. She should hold my hand like she held hers and stare at me with the same contentment, wonder and emersion as she stared at Nina, like a puppy in the arms of it's owner.

I walked along the stone cold concrete in this cold winters night like a ghost absorbing its surroundings while not living it. I felt the wind dance through my hair and clothes like ice cold water engulfing me. I looked down at my phone, her small icon showed that Amelia as well as her phone had entered the bar.

I stood in the alleyway that led to the bar she would eventually step out of. As if she was an astronomical egress, for she is the sun and I am the earth basking in her light because without her I would be lifeless and dark like a Barron blood moon.

I lent against the cold brick walls of the dim alleyway with my hands in my pocket trying to fight against icy chill of winter. After a while I pulled a green lighter out of my pocket and lit a cigarette, I sighed as I placed it between my lips and felt the nicotine sink into my lungs, then a dark cloud of smoke expelled into the air. I punctuated every puff of smoke with a swig of beer, the taste expanding across my tongue and down my throat. I shut my eyes and let the colours dance across my closed eyelids like fireworks.

Then I heard her voice, like an angel that's been locked in hell singing for its freedom. And I heard her call.

She took a step forward, her long hair reaching out towards me like desperate hands and desperate fingers craving my touch. I watched as she hummed to the song she played on her iPod like a siren luring a sailor, and I was glad to oblige. I took a step forward, then another and one more as I swigged the last drop of beer out of the bottle. I held the bottle behind my head then threw it forward with all the strength I could muster. It floated in the air like a feather, it took centuries for it to fall but I would of waited millennia for her touch. I saw as the glass shattered and flew into the air like birds, tiny stars at her feet as if Amelia was a goddess but she wasn't, she was much more.

I watched as Aphrodite delicately lifted her hand as she slowly pull out an individual ear bud and let it fall to her cheek and further down to her side. Watched as she slowly turned around and stood facing me, I stepped closer.

"Where you goin' sweet thing?" I asked my chest puffing out as I towered over her.

She stepped backwards, slightly tripping as she did so.

"Um I.."

I suddenly grabbed her hands and held them over head. They were so small and thin I could hold them both in one hand. Next I pinned her against the wall, with all the tenderness I could manage and my hand slowly made its way up her thigh.

I stuck my tongue out and licked their neck, tasting her sweet, soft skin as she quivered under me.

After a year of abstinence, after a year of just fantasies, I finally got my release.

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