Fortress Runaways

His love
Wrote black and blue poems
Across my skin.
Made everything I did
A sin.
Convinced me to believe
That I was dirty.
So I ran.

It took years to finally realize
When I ran away
I left a house.
Not a home;
I’ve never had a home.
So I built one;

A fortress
Made of breathing beating hearts
Pounding out the words,
I love you,
Against the suffocating dark.
Where love demands no tests.
And those inside are welcomed
To find rest.

About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to Fortress Runaways

  1. “Where love demands no tests…” I really like that line. Did you design/do the picture? It’s stunning.


    • Z. says:

      Thank you. I believe that this poem will be revisited. I feel unfinished with it.

      The image I found online, but I removed it because I felt it offset the balance of the format. I will probably use it in another post at another time.

      Again thank you. I always appreciate your thoughts and comments!


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