Strong

I can smell your pain...
 
almost taste the sprits of rejection
 
that consume you by their promiscuity;
 
that unconditional love;
 
that non-discriminatory 'liberation',
 
which flows from the bottle
 
and enters your every cell
 
A numb-full bliss that cools your fire
 
like the ocean's mass diluting the shame,
 
the grief,
 
the  disappointment,
 
the fear...
 
into something more
 
palatable