Firewater

I drink from a flame that won’t go out,

A burning ache I can’t live without;

It warms my bones, then cuts me through...

A kind of fire that feels like you.

 

I taste the heat, I call it mine,

Let it blur the edge of time;

But every sip just pulls me under,

Firewater… I drown in thunder.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about something that feels good but is slowly destroying you.

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