Her skin felt like a sandy desert-no oasis ahead...her mouth a hollow mine of empty silver. T he pleasure of Absolute now dashed down the drain fear of losing everything...but not herself...she was more real as her go to...her natural alcoholic floating bubbles of relief. She now clutches a beer-a big one-to frost the pink strawberry cake...to smooth herself out for the liquor binge the night before.Humility is a foreign word...all the strivings of the 7th AA step...out the window into the gray abyss. In this girl are bones of fate...fate that waits...not too much longer she hopes in that. The alcoholism, the bipolar, anxiety a weight like a lodestone tied around her neck to sink and drown into the blue black waters.I want to float and fly to other worlds. I want to fly in dreams but be awake as I have often do. More more more ...nevermore