A thumb placed on the top. flicked down in a careless and familiar manner. the hiss of gas and burst of flame. blue. orange. yellow. flowing around white. inhale and exhale. the smoke rising peaceful and abstract into the night sky up to the stars who look down seeing a girl young but not naive. living in a world of her own. and despite endless prayers, finding herself alone at the bottom of every bottle with no god to guide her, friend to keep her company, or genie to grant her wishes.