Drunk Face

Your face when you drink is a forest fire.
Your arms flail about while you sputter
like you are falling, trying
to grab anything.

Every vaporous thought-breath holds a hundred words that 
scatter to the wind 
striving to be heard despite the screaming 
and spinning of mind 
and body and 
soul together in 
some desperate search for 
meaning and 
understanding 
of the absolutely horrid 
thing

that happened.

I'm terrified of you when you drink.
I'm terrified of why you drink
because I know it means you can't
just let go.

But you have to let go.
Please.
If you continue,
you will destroy yourself.
And that is no way to live.