From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Death Mother
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:27:05 1994
Head lolling to the side
Teeth tight and yellow a grin of mirthless night
Eyes vacant and empty brown-yellow red lined
Blood gonbe from the skin
You never forget your mother's face the day that it dies

Brown hair she frosted matted with sweat and stuck high
up on the top of her head as you lift her a doll or baby
Carried around the house and bellowing you try to get a smile,
a frown, a cough, something to give the image lie
To smash the yellowing mask of dark that's settled in her eyes
The silk housedress she wears to bed rough on your hands,
The air seems to burn, the phone off the hook you replacve
Vracked yellow plastic you punch the numbers 
and wait for them to come
As the greywhite dust swirls in the new sunlight and curses the morning

Typhon