She dragged herself along the street,
half-empty wine bottle in her hand,
she flopped onto a doorstep,
grim noises and spit gurgled up from her insides.
She embodied life’s fuckedupness.
Some kindly citizens made a call
but not without judgment.
A siren came closer and closer,
my heart sank a little more.
They took her away in their medical van.
It was sad,
not because she was going to die,
because she wasn’t going to live either.

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