So here it is...
ICE
The single malt scotch burned a path down his throat to his stomach.
Warmth spreading throughout his body.
Spreading to defrost his freezing frame.
Thawing his mind to clarity.
Nevertheless not melting the ICE encasing his soul.
His mom, Frank, Declan gone...to death, to insanity.
And Alex, their relationship would never be the same.
Then his guilt for Nicole, not justice but vengeance.
He wondered since he felt doomed to the netherworld
If even those hell fires could thaw his frozen soul.
2 comments:
Oh, poor Bobby. You make me want to cry for him.
As Val said, you made me want to cry for him, which means you did a great job!
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