Whiskey Poem by Meghan

vision is blurring
thoughts so clear but words slurring
my world is hopelessly swirling
feeling so slow but the time moves fast
I don't care where I'm going so don't even ask
my throat engulfed with fire and I can't find my breath
sweet warm musk and the scent of death
the light pierces through the amber fluid, a warm comforting glow
from the bottle solace is an endless flow
wretching my soul but my mind it eases
quenching my taste, my body it pleases