Saturnalia : Writing

Savior

Savior

A Poem by Saturnalia


Tell me how to save you so I can remove the blade from your skin.
Your Eyes

Your Eyes

A Poem by Saturnalia


The eyes are windows to the soul.
Phil Spector

Phil Spector

A Poem by Saturnalia


This is what being accused of murder can do to you.
Fire Alarms

Fire Alarms

A Poem by Saturnalia


The strong smell of smoke. The fire alarms sounding. Hair burnt by flat iron.
The Man in the Tree

The Man in the Tree

A Poem by Saturnalia


The price of living in a tree.
Requiem of a Love

Requiem of a Love

A Poem by Saturnalia


The song we sing when a love dies.
Rope

Rope

A Poem by Saturnalia


When fear of losing love causes you to cling to hate, the only thing you have left is a fragile rope.

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