Towards Midnight

Shethy Luve Stuckey-Smith

I arrived, just before the final veil of darkness fell

My only hope?

That I disappear.

Torn by rapture and a hint of chance, to be

Wandering far away from myself.

Set off into the sunset.

A villain. A wolf.

An Angel

A Prophet

Desperately seeking my good fortunes

I float off,

Towards Midnight

I Can't Even Imagine

The Mishap

In My Kitchen

Published by Shethy Luve Stuckey-Smith

Shethy Stuckey is a Freelance Graphic Designer, Writer and author of the book "Electric Thoughts" She spends her spare time dreaming about traveling the United States with her family. shethystuckey@yahoo.com  View profile

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  • Robert O. Adair1/3/2012

    Very evocative!

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