Cigarettes and Cages


Riding the current,
She was electric.
A catastrophe in the making.
A never waiting
Dream catcher
Hot on the tail
Of shooting stars
Trailing Across the night sky.
She burned bright,
Until she burned out.
A flame gutted by wind
And men
Laid to rest
Like cigarettes
Stained in nude lipstick.
She said the day I walked away
“Is a chain,
Meant to keep me in a cage.
And I love you.
So I have to let you go.”


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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