Untitled And Unfinished - Poem by Elsa Bear
the bitter alcohol does it's job.
smoothing out my wrinkled conscience,
becoming an elixir of self justification,
making me forget.
and though it is the source of all my problems
it intrigues me,
the way it changes people,
alters perceptions, judgements, feelings,
brings out the worse,
brings out the truth.
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