Midnight is burning on the other side of the world, whale of Earth swallowing space, candlelight, a white dress, waterfall off the star's edge pooling in eyes, gravityless (blood won't clot in this dance, careful not to cut yourself) ring a ring o' roses round Saturn, birth of dust, red desert, you can tell the Sun from the time of day but we don't wear watches anymore, nor will we, it's too dark to see the hands of anything. No one watches us take our vows, not even God.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Sy is a queer non-binary poet living in Edinburgh, Scotland. They write through the haze of cat-/child-induced sleep deprivation to try and make sense of gender, relationships, and ADHD. Their work has been published in Popshot Quarterly, Capsule Stories, and ZARF Poetry, among others. You can find them on Twitter @TartanLlama and their publications at https://sybrand.ink.
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