
Hand over eyes She gets up and sees
Arms resting on The bottle
The floor Covered in blood
She chokes on Bile and vomit
Dried blood Leaking onto her skin
As her Small hands grip it
Father sits Splayed out
On the sofa, Legs up and hands around another
Chugging back the Bottle full of
Poison Tainted memories
That spreads And continues to grow
Through No restraint from
His Lack of control and
Blood like Paint soon splatters on the floor like
A virus A disease
And she is his cure.