the daughters of alcoholics
We are made able
we are always stable
we do not drink
from deep in the darkness
our souls shine
phosphorent eyes
of eels at 20,000 leagues
under the sea
We have been left in total dark
so how can we see?
We are far from the Ark --
a thousand splintered pieces
float on the surface
far above.
Down here, the pressure
can kill.
