Incense

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.