dropped off my child at 2, today,
it was earlier than usual, this sunday,
kneeled on broken glass,
   so i could give him a hug.

look at me, i'm proud of you babe
he wiped the tear, dribblin' down my face,
saved that salt,
   from its fall to grace.

the new man shook my hand with a smug
grasped it tighter, than a drug,
feared the pain in my eyes,
   better hope he'll never feel.

released, my hand with a shrug,
i winked at him, and said good luck,
if you **** with my heart,
   be bound in a rug, ya will.  

limped away with, my head held high,
saw a perched raven, above my ride,
got back in the car,
   my new life, forevermore.

nothing i can do but wait a week or four,
i'm abolished,  from their door,
nail polish masks the smell of the rain,
  now beginning to pour.  

my son, i'll gladly take your pain,
i'll starve for you to eat again,
slit my wrists,
  so you'll never have to bleed.