Walls that are left bare  
Like the smooth of young skin 
Encase escaped limbs caught in covers 
Under sunlight seeping  
Through holes for windows 
Rooms rest with hollow hallways 
In a castle built for kings 
Lie lovers lost in linen 
Naked and nicked  
On lavish lumber landings 
These reunited refugees  
Bask with bodies bound. 
It’s been too long 
Since their worlds stopped stirring. 
Through the babble of backs breathing  
Clearly a silent sound breaks 
A heart concerned, 
Did you hear that? 
Hush baby,  
I’m not running no more.  

Posted by:Flora Ashe

Editor in Chief

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