Insobriety

She holds the stein in her hand,

       the bitter fluid flows through her throat;

       filling her,

       intoxicates her,

       the colorful lights flutter in her skin.

Slowly her consciousness fades;

       her visions blurry,

       her veins throb,

       she feels lighter;

       her concerns evaporate,

       she feels braver;

       her other self takes over.

She lets go of the grasp to reality;

       reality's an empty maze anyway,

       she plunges into the unknown;
       further and further away,
       and never coming back.