Broken Glass


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





to me.


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