“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning

Nostalgia echoes

Chattering for the past.

I try to grasp the reminiscence notes.

The melody is bittersweet.

I dance with memories in my hallucinating solitude.

My scars are bare. A testament to what once was.

What could have been scratches and picks at them.

Bleeding for the remains of love, buried in a transcendent alcove.

The devils hide there taunting the mind.

Only satiate when I drown in grief

and choke on the ashes of yesterday.

-Tosha Michelle