This whiskey is making my head spin.
My liver is muddying.
All in hopes of numbing my heart.
Riddled with half moons.
Hoping that the pain clears my head.
Walls will be rebuilt.
Whiskey tastes like water but burns like fire.
And I’ll be fine.
As long as I don’t let my walls fail.
For walls keep me safe.
As long as I don’t love.
And I’ll be safe.
As long as this heart pumps whiskey.











