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The Tolerance of Her

Christiana Swain

    She was not just another woman. She was his only woman, the love of his life, the one that had seduced him at the early age of 16 after he suffered a football injury.
    She had been there for him every day and every gloomy night, through all his ups and downs. Everything he went through she was there with him. Years later as his 5'9 180 lb. frame sprawled out over a worn dingy navy blue love seat he came to the realization that the cravings he desired for his first love were slowly inducing him into a coma.
    The small room he rented from an Albanian woman was where he was at his darkest moment. His current situation left him aimlessly flipping through the mini tube television with no real desire to watch anything, but the craving to feel her powerful seductiveness that would move through his body recapturing his youthful years.
    Toys scattered across the plush royal blue carpet as everything in the small cramped room started to close in on him. As he lie there on the couch smelling of bodily odor, the cushions hugging his body he reminisced of how he would sit for hours on end with her reading through the comic books that were now slowly disintegrating.
    His feet were so firmly pressed against the cold Embossed vintage Baroque green walls that his body started to feel emotionally numb and as gravity pulled him to the couch a rhythm of tremors surfaced his from his feet all the way to his dark shaggy hair.
    Still in his general repair maintenance uniform he dozed in and out of a hypnotic state, rays of the television reflecting off the wall. He knew he needed her. The longing to feel the warmth through his body and the potent love so strong and powerful with emotion.
    It was like this every time, his hopeless addiction to her made him neglect everything around him including himself. He tried many times to rid her of his life but the amnesia he would suffer the next day sent him running right back coping with the misconception of her.
    The fixation and the obsession had him hooked on her, his drug, his love, his woman - Percocet.

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