his stare was cold
   the stench of his favorite whiskey stained the collar of his shirt
   how could a man allow himself to be so sick, what a sick *******
   inching in as if I was merely just a voiceless body with no life left in her
   placing his hands upon the covers stripping me of any childhood I had left
   eight years old and afraid of my own home wasn't how it was meant to be
   he would later be the cause for her self destruction