The Fort

Sweet solitude
In my own little world
Cotton sheets conceal
The bed frame
Creating protective walls
Father walks through
The front door
Cheeks like cherries
Eyelids dragged
By the weight of life
Tumbles to the couch
Collapsing into shadowed
Folds of leather.

My mother marches
Towards the drunk fool
Eyes corrupted by hate
Teeth showing
A familiar sight
When the screaming begins
I fall into comfort
From my world
Pillows caressing my
Bottom and walls
Holding strong
Like watching a battle
From the safety of
Stone and brick where
Everything is silent
And fears disperse.


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