Cobalt Issue 26 - Twisted Nostalgia

Spectacle Memoria
Nina G.
Tangled in thin cotton,
light of sheer illusion,
fire of a burning coffin,
here we mourn the sirens
of a hole burnt rotten, and
it happens so often.
Gallery display of all
that should be forgotten,
storm of confusion, anger
so begotten, all that is left
is a door in need of locking,
and it happens so often –
often left, often sobbing.
Serenades of candied
union weep in my ear,
they weep, sigh, beg
knocking so that my
body tenses and shakes,
apprehends and breaks
at an aged window frame
that is talking so faintly, yet,
still tickles this object of
a mind, this processor
of time, and it
happens so often –
should be left
should be forgotten