Ice Cold by Angelica Fuse


Ice Cold

snaps and brittle
goes the blood
the coldness

he pretends is warmth

out his mouth
spreading hatred
where only love

should be sewn.

Angelica Fuse about Angelica Fuse
Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She drinks red wine and reads by an imaginary fire.

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