Dont Look Back

with each step

I looked behind

I started up

It wanted me to find

 

the reason it pulled me

groped me to turn

up the stairs

a menacing  burn

 

salty walkway

carpet shredded

blurry banister

knew where I

was headed

 

behind the crooked path

to the skinny hall

leading to my room

always thought

I would  fall

 

slightest rails

patch of fabric

held the floor

in a state of panic

 

like the night

when reasons ceased

the happening would call

eager to feast

 

on adolescent

ne’er do wells

id look back

expecting swells

 

of rigid necks

soldered tongues

bodies hung

on weathered rungs

 

it wasn’t what

i thought id see

but always thought

that it saw me

 

never shook that fear

in my mind

weight and wilt

still looking behind