Cobalt Issue 26 - Twisted Nostalgia

W I L L O W
Shreya Krishnan
Warped.
Wilted.
White.
Witty.
Woozy.
Wild.
Weakened.
Wizen.
Witch.
Tearing into a million cells all at once.
Thorns gnarling at my fingertips.
Tiered gown brushing through the crevices of her toes.
Love knew no other language.
Laughter that reverberated through these walls.
Lights gnashed on her visage.
Power, pain, pauper.
Penny for my thoughts.
Perinone, she stole from me.
"Till death do us part" is the statement that rings through every marriage, in
the hope that it will be fulfilled. Yet, in this verse, a man regrets that he was
not fortunate enough to last with his wife, Willow. Looking back on his
marriage, he remembers little details of his marriage day, the minute details
that made him fall in love with her all over again, and the marriage
eventually breaking away. My interpretation of “Twisted Nostalgia” is laced
with a certain spookiness that makes him look back upon the marriage in a
detrimental rather than sentimental way.