rearview reflections

if you need a remedy,
don't come to me.
Do you think you can
redeem me?
When you're running so
fast to flee
from me.

Looking back through
a rearview,
cigarette long burnt out.
smile to myself inwardly,
since when were you
so jaded?

shrouds made of glass,
they cut your mouth...
the bottle has
left a bitter scar.