He hears laughter in her cry’s. Blood drapes the floor in utopian shades. Her cry’s transcend into ambivalent shrieks. A lifetime of worries suffocate his sanguine dry mouth. Tremors ensue, the bottle beckons. One more drink, and he’ll be done. Rescued by his flask, he steadily holds her, shedding whiskey infused tears. Swaying into promises he cannot keep. Enveloped in her innocence, unnerved by the hopeful curiosity in her peering blue eyes.
He comes to, alone in a vacant room, bottle in one hand, faded picture of his daughter in the other. He tightens the noose and kicks the chair.