He crouched in the corner,
Huddling up against his brother;
Who made him feel safe
From his mother.

Glass shattered, and the boy ran out,
To the other room where
His mother was found.

The blood and glass shards
Were everywhere;
He reached for a towel
To bear.

His hands clutched it against
Mommy's wound;
"More alcohol,"
Mommy crooned.

He relented finally,
Giving her the bottle;
By ruby blood,
The floor tiles were mottled.

Lights flashed outside the cabin,
As the ambulance arrived;
The little boy would never
Forget that night.