You gulp down liquid fire trying to warm your soul like it's a city of ice and glaciers
It burns down your throat but it never hits home, it just makes it easier to live there
It burns pass your heart never melting it, but cracking the ice within it to open up something you didn't ever see before
And your therapist dares to sit there and ask that cliche question that everyone asks you, but never understands the answer you give them
*“Why do you drink?"
“It makes it easier."
“It makes what easier?"
“To live in my skin and see the inside of myself again. I look so much more beautiful on the inside. And this is the only way I can see it."