Midnight Waltz
This is our last danceTogether, mother, but IWant you to tell me whyYou still let crimson runDown your lips on FridayNights, why you keepTelling yourself you’ll... Read more.
Saturn Browne (she/they) is thinking about their lost rings and those who might've stolen them. They can be found in squash courts, antique shops, and buildings full of ghosts. Midnight Waltz was previously published by On Words and selected as a finalist.
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