Blissed – Jasper Kerkau

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With her side-ways glance,
She sees the patina of my fear.
Smirking, placid expression.
Pallid skin.
Lips perched.
I hear her inaudible laugh,
her nuanced condescension.
A lacerating look,
My heart leaps.
Her oblique manner digs into me.
A dizzy roar of dysfunctional,
ephemeral bliss washes over me.
Soon the hangover.
Why do I do this to myself?

Jasper Kerkau (9/9/16)