Thursday, December 25, 2008
Christmas eve. A blanket of snow is sparkling under the moonlight bathing the city in a pale frigid blue light. Families and friends eating, drinking and dancing can be seen in many ochre hued windows on a quick glance. A lone woman is lying face down in a puddle of dark icy water and snow in an alley. She is brought to the ER for acute alcohol poisoning and hypothermia. Her daughter and husband are at her bedside crying because they know that this is not the first time she has done this. They are crying because they know this is not the last time she will do this. There is blood on her shirt. Her clothes are quickly cut away exposing a minor stab wound. Her family keeps to the side crying softly while nameless faceless scrub clad men and women start to fix her body knowing her spirit is broken. She starts to seize and vomit leaving behind an acerbic stench of stomach acid, bile and alcohol. Her family keeps to the side crying softly while monitors beep and hum. Maybe this is the last time she will do this.