It Ends with Her

by Brianna Labuskes

She’d even walked by an AA meeting. Yes, she’d kept on walking right back to one of the bottles of wine she’d kept in the fridge, but she’d paused to read the flyer at least. It had felt like growth.

It made her itchy. Made her want to pick at the scars on her legs with jagged fingernails, until they opened up and let the pain seep out as the relief created champagne bubbles in her blood.