Her back placed flat against ground and her knees bent toward the sky, at first. A streetlight was out, leaking a dark dim all around her as she watched the breeze against the moon. Her hands were already moving slowly, heavily, as she brought that final cigarette back and forth between lips and fingertips. The feeling came on quickly, subtly, exponentially.

She could feel every cell shaking nervously as the heat hit her whole body at once. Jaw line pulsed with the want to set it free but she held on, gripped the feeling in her stomach with trembling hands, and let legs collapse to the ground. This time, it was two bottles. Stronger. More fatal.

Breathing became rougher and starlight shuddered to black and white. Eyes watered and lids pressed heavy as the twilight above her melted…melted…until nothing was left for her to see.