Your face is at the end of a bottle.
I glimpse at your reflection in the liquid.
I tilt it back and let it fall.
The liquid cools my mouth, harsher on the way down.

I drink and drink and slurp and swallow.
My tears flow down into the drink’s opening,
Mixing with the fluid.

The salt seems to burn my mouth,
Scrape my gums. My lips start to bleed as I bite them in panic.
The blood tints the liquid a darker shade.

Thoughts bang around inside my head,
Drifting in a million places.
Around the world and back again.

Back to you.

I tilt the bottle back ever still, trying to reach you,
See you one more time.

Closer. Closer.

The final drop slides down my throat.
I choke it up on a sob.
It finds its way back down.

The pain slowly fades away with my thoughts.
I am gone.
It is better to be away than here without you,
Better to feel nothing.

A coolness causes my body to lie still.
I believe my head to be empty,
Its contents spewed on the floor,
Pouring out like the liquid from the bottle into my mouth.

The agony leaves me.

Oozing. Flowing.

Away.

My hands steady my head firmly.
Holding it in place.
If my grip loosens, it will surely spin off,
Roll away,
My mouth open uttering one last scream,
Before the sound of my voice is lost forever.

Lost with my thoughts.

Lost like the girl I used to be.