Triggers Trigger with Warnings or Not so Adding [TW] I Will Not. (Rated TV 14)

Late and alone,

I'm driving down the drenched roads, reckless.

skiing through shallow streams over the saturated pavement,

In my wake water is intertwining like veins across the cracked cement.

Sheets of precipitation pelt my windshield as solids

street lights, illuminating the riot, appear as shimmering petite stars,

blurred as though I'm submerged as I go.

pool to a ripple, rain dances and cavorts thick yet fluid anterior, upon my window.

Slicing a systematic blade corrupts the flow

throwing off the spontaneous steps, and me in doing so.

A stop, a tug in my stomach tickles my senses as my concentration wanes.

turn into a slanted view, a curve with lane maintained.

I view a glimpse of detail now.

a glance along my path

a large sign advertising another clone neighborhood

in distinguished like the rest.

I progress.

smooth curves are unraveling like an elementary maze

enticing riders enthusiasm,

teasing danger, a challenging stranger

a mocking grin terrain.

,

my thoughts ripen, untamed.

teasing the trigger

a mounting pressure so small

succumbing to antagonism

to the baiting I fall.

an inch for this ruler

brazen increase in pace

I stop caring for limits,

I start a one-sided race.

speed splatters the rain in new flashing patterns

inexplicable views,

portraying licentiousness scattering.

the surge of adrenaline

a rush in my head

lightened fancies my whim

I've no time to dread.

increased to exceed

what harm or what foul

an innocent fun

excess petty thrill

and I recall only slightly

The loss in my hands

the drop of control

the time pausing realization

unable to slow.

that natural high, and what went wrong

a bridge claimed the prize

and as I shot down

Echoed a noise, a crashing scream

and booming skirt

that destructive sound

of the last thing I heard

impacts symphony, concussions rebuttal

a scream of anguished

cacophony rising in level

and I sunk to the bottom

to bunk with the devil.