linoleum was the canvas for
this blood spattered halo
and these pills and white russians
serve these wrists a scapegoat
sirens in the night
still haunt me
and when you were in my arms
i knew what it was to call you a mother
"you don't need me anymore"
"i'm no good to you anymore"
1200 miles of rape
and 20 years of repression ended on the kitchen floor
with your blood on my hands
draped in my arms
in the doorway
"she's dead"
but these nightmares don't cease
every week there's a new tragedy
linoleum was the beginning of this mother lost
a family los
"you don't need me anymore"
"i'm no good to you"