she saw the tremors &yet thought nothing of them,
far too caught up in the buzz and the scorching heat.
though the signs were clear as day..
she never thought to stop bloody swaying.

crackle, fizzle....fizzle......pop!

there it was, that final swig
and the hoard of chaos that closely followed
then, there was silence; of the earth-shattering sort 
while the remnants of sticky sweet poison clung to the walls.
she went down on her knees once again
& fled from the scene
piecing back this baby was most definitely going to be a bitch.