In the headlights

Of a passing car

She stumbles

Heels clutched in her hand


Mascara a running mess

Out on the town to celebrate

She can’t remember exactly when

She gets home

The foot path rises up to meet her

Bones turned to liquid poison

By the acetaldehyde in her veins

One hand clutches a ten dollar note

All that remains

Of another Friday night

Her phone screen alights

“Where are you”

“Where are you”

“Are you alright”

No reply

It fades to black

Just another Friday night

Spent plugging the cracks

Of a life spent in avoidance

Header Image: the coastal bushfires at night a month or so ago

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