Broken Glass
Location
I no longer like to look back,
feels like broken bones
and broken glass,
tastes like the final hit
when the remains are ash,
smells like old books,
rotting houses and burning cash.
I hate looking back,
it's like glancing over your shoulder
and falling into the hole in front of you
the scenery is better in hindsight
and you miss the new view.
FUCK looking back,
it's a goddamn siren call:
I long to listen but do not wanna fall
and I still feel the same
writing pagan poetry
about how you were
wind
earth
fire
water
to me.