Tonight is the night.  It has to be.  Anticipation drew in her soul tight.Celeste stared through the statue’s eyes at the crumbling red brick below.  Spanish moss clumped at her cracked toes, early morning fog saturating what she could see...

Heart jumping Sensation of flightBlood pumpingCeiling floats in sight Straining to flip over Limbs fall numbHitting soberPain striking like a drum Suspended mid-air Hooked through the heartAn emotional snareDangling like a piece of art Universe rushing inGoing through withdrawalNeurones searing,...