the afterthought (driving home)

 i saw a slither

through the door

but i was waiting

for mum to tell me more

i was debating

whether i should snuff

both out like undercover

one was hate 

that was depleting blood 

lying was the other worn

making both my shoulders shudder

and the razor cutter

making all my skin within 

quite sore

there was a third

thats less absurd

i wish him gone

as any other

that was the self

that which i wore

when i lost control

while in the car

and losing me

the death makes four 

the bloodstains seep

and the brain matter

on the back seat cover

my mom

an afterthought