Wow Alice44,
I really like the metaphors used here in this one. I can envision this sad woman, perhaps beautiful and in love at one point in her past, discarded like a used paper towel trashed. The clinking of the bottles hints at drowning sorrows, the matted hair, dirt and unchanging landscape - all seem to point to an unkempt disposition, perhaps caused by depression from being dumped or just unloved. Neglect is a great buzz word here.
I really think this part sums it up:
And little secrets push shadows into her lungs
until she can hardly breatheEnjoyed the read,
~Cleo