Monday, May 2, 2016

Angelica Fuse- Three Poems


cut me down
pull me low to the
I'll rise back up
grow into a taller
tree than I was before
I will not be cut down
for womanhood
or disability
or anything else.


bring me his
head on a platter,
she whispered to
the king

and it was done

because sometimes
that's the way the mad
world works.

White Chain

a white
glowing chain
connects me
to faith
connects me
to childhood
through a wallow
through this dark
hollow place
I remember what 
it was to believe.

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