In the headlights
Of a passing car
She stumbles
Heels clutched in her hand
Mumbling
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
