[ CW ] Show me an alcoholic , without using the word alcohol ( or related words ) .

the bitter chemical smell seeping through her pores was barely noticeable anymore. it was like when you come to someone else's house and it smells weird but then you come home to your own and you dont smell anything. the stench of the dark bronze liquid had become so intermingled with the sensory glands in her nose that it was barely noticeable anymore. it was home 
 with heavy arms, janie lifted herself up out of her faded olive recliner. it didnt recline anymore and hole of varied sizes decorated the sides of it, but the seat and back had molded themselves to her slight frame. it was comfortable. 
 Janie took uneven steps to the kitchen. she felt her legs shake beneath her threatening to give out and send her toppling to the floor. the room swayed as she tried to find something to grasp on to. she made it to the kitchen table and fell into a chair. she reached for the cool cylinder of glass that fit perfectly in her hand. only a bronze ring stained the bottom. she flung the bottle across the room and it shattered on the wall. 
 Janie stared at the shards for a few seconds before her head sunk into her hands like it was stuck in quicksand and an earthquake of sobs shook her feeble body.
