Pure

She said, Go find your spine and ride it like a bolt of lightning
I'll find my pride in the nested heart with my ribcage door inviting
Song sewn in silk
And milk of saliva
This bird chimes in chorus of ruffled feathers
And fleeing south for better weather
And other dreams she can't remember at this time
she drinks from that fountain of soon to be sick
With no shut off valve and a future spent hugging the toilet
She breaks into tune of bruised beaks and spoiled evenings
Seedlings that grew to be a hatred of feelings
Toward other human beings
But she brings it on self with an inner child that lies
Within every reach to top shelf as it's tilted over ice
And the bottle never drips as many tears as she cries
She just condensates and slips on the saline every time
Failing to realize the fault in her ways
And blaming sobriety for the bulk of every bad day
So she breaks waves with her behavior
Hiding addiction under pancake makeup
And saving face by trading places with a smile
brewed of 100 proof pure grain
Truth is she got the raw end of an already cooked meal
And she fell off the wagon before it even had wheels
So squeeze the peel of that lime in the glass
Muddle that rum and jump the puddle Before you drown in the splash
Cuz the next one is never as strong as the last
Until your passed out in the bathroom against a porcelain casket