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He’s drunk again

Bit wobbly. Eyes not quite focused

On this plane of existence. 

He’s somewhere else

Legs dancing incoherently

Tiny steps – Balance?

Or another rhythm from

That other place?

Warm embrace of alcohol

Sinking

Safe

Delerious delusion.

“I’m a nice guy. I mean no harm.”

Hands fumble

Arms flap trying to rebalance

For a moment – present in the here and now

Then gone again

Staring wide-eyed

like an Innocent

At the young woman.

Bathing in her beauty

With no harmful intentions.

A bit wobbly.

Eyes not quite focused

On this plane of existence.

She shrinks under his stare.

“Fucking Drunk”.

She moves off and leaves him

Betwixt two planes:

Alcoholic bliss

And abject lonelines.

 

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