Another before bed

[xephemiance]

Blood, we share
down toilet drains
and running sink water,
flushing red,
swirling away,
pounding deep in my ear,
melodious panic,
in overdrive,
smoke and fire.

I miss your warmth,
the burn, mother,
of your lullabies,
soft, ashen,
from the wind
drying your skin.

Play with me, toy with me
and teach me to love
myself, blindly
wretchedly, alone
and my future
will be as your
dirty reflection,
in my clouded
rearview mirror.
The road is cold.

The asphalt harsh
like your breath
is bitter,
like acid clouds
weeping fog
for a murky dawn,
the ultramarine blue
cracking, peeling,
crossing the abyss,
my night in false glamor:

Tell me of the shadows,
my brothers in treachery,
their strange faces
and stranger names
etched in
furrows and hair,
to be licked up
and sucked away
by somebody else-
so succulent,
this filth,
past lovers' spit.

"rearview mirror" from Garrison Starr - Gasoline
"lovers' spit" from Broken Social Scene - Lover's Spit

And not about my mother, at all. Mother, in a different sense.

Sorry I haven't made any actual entries! I know I've already said I'm going to get to it-- I will! :D