He’s an indicator mineral, shares the riverbed
with a golden girl. They carbon date, waltz,
consummate, find strength in their clastic braid.
His dull clay arms envelop her, shield her shine… 94 more words
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Submissions are closed for the twelfth issue of The Sirens Call.
We’d like to thank all of the authors who took on the challenge to write about their own deaths and we will be in touch within the next few days with decisions.