Narrated by Jennifer Moore
Waves crash on congregated rocks laced veil, whipping paled cheeks into submission. Jealous winds flung away their vows, drowning them out with their howling, their hymns of desolation, as the temple shook its salted walls, white pillars trembling. Ashen lips met hers— no looking back.
Bio: Jennifer Moore’s poetry and short fiction has appeared in numerous publications on both sides of the Atlantic, including The Guardian, Mslexia, South, and Short Fiction. She lives in Devon, England, and is a previous winner of both the Hart Crane Memorial Poetry Contest and the Commonwealth Short Story Competition.