when i drink,
the warmth trickles down my throat,
settles in my tummy for a moment,
then rushes off to curl my toes.
the warmth then moves to my head
to cloud my judgment,
heighten my thoughts,
and dull the reasons why i don’t think about them.
the warmth then envelops me,
heats the tips of my ears,
then whispers into them,
and tells me i’m invincible,
and so i am.
but eventually the warmth dissipates,
the toes uncurl,
clarity returns with a friend,
the pounding in my brain,
and i’m left with the cold,
and just how invincible
i am not.