she took the incense
between her fingers
held it out
and let it linger
smoke danced on her face
milky sandalwood spun through the air
in pirouettes and arabesques
cloaking us in amber fog
she silenced the clock
put poor prospero to shame
as we fell into one another
safe
Wren Horne-Sarkees (she/her) is a teen writer from Massachusetts. Her work is inspired by her experiences as a trans Iraqi girl.
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