Midnight Clock by Angelica Fuse


Midnight Clock

now is the time
for fading
allowing myself
to join vines
running up the wall
out onto the yard

I make
my mad dash
for the darkened
tree line

never to be caught
in snares again.

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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