Glass after glass
She writes without her mask
Vomits words on paper
She'll regret later

Bottle half empty
Her hands are sweaty
Bottle half full
She drinks another mouthful

She writes and writes
sleeps day and night
She reads and reads
lets her heart bleed

what she has written
is what is forbidden
she writes what she wants
expecting no response

Lost in desperation
She finds inspiration
drifting in the ocean
mind full of commotion

She continues to write
until her chest feels light
then lets her readers figure out
what she's talking about