⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
Whiskey stole the child.
We watched the demolition of security.
We learned that vodka tears don’t smell.
They smart on welts like salt and
Burn deceiving eyes.
Enchanting self-esteem to shipwreck on the
Rocks that swirl inside a Black Russian,
Adults now, we struggle out of an empty bottle,
Exhausted, trying to find a hearth to rest at.