…would you feel this way if you hadn’t been drinking?

I was asking this to myself

And they say the heart is a physical organ? but

it seems to pump discontent through the parts you’re surprised you have left

Are you well?

I was asking this to myself

I’m not unwell, just ill at ease by the voices that threaten me

and im sitting backed up against the mattress,

and the wall-legs crossed, arms holding my stomach; shielding them off as they try to rip at my dress

I have a note clutched in my hand the words soak through me

leaking ink on my veins

Stay still, you have what it is that

drives away those demons

Its all in your will

The thing that drives the demons away

The thing that stays

Is your will