Cobalt Issue 26 - Twisted Nostalgia

Anoushay Dar.
don't move your feet
I remember him saying,
“don’t move your feet”
His walking stick firm in his hands,
Though not moving.
He said, “the devil plays beneath”
My legs don’t reach the floor,
I was only five.
I remember her saying,
“don’t move your feet”
We sat across the lake,
My toes dipped, raking in the water.
She said nothing but placed her hands firm on my thigh.
I was only twice of five.
I tell myself,
“don’t move your feet”
Something is playing from beneath.
I dangle, it pushes back and forth,
Like a child on a swing.
I am only sixteen.
I remember them saying,
“don’t move your feet”
And I knew why.
Yet, the movement doesn’t faze me,
The sensation of being able taunts me and
So, I move my feet for perhaps
The beneath to be free.