The smoke lighting up the distance
Danced from the corner of the room
Soft, warm, deathly.
In this moment the harsh darkness
Does not matter.
Sinking into the seat as the light
Caresses the shadow.
Bottom of the glass bottle
Running empty, hitting the floor
Cracking, shattering, now just pieces
That can't be put back together.
Smoke dissapearing, the light burnt out
And so did she.