Silence in the room was palpable
Screaming never silenced her tears.
It was all angels and demons at one point
But she’s lost them through the years.
The faces of her suitors
Now nothing but a faded past.
Withered, torn, abused, and dust
She knew they wouldn’t last.
She learned them all
But not quite Arabic.
Lost in a storm she created,
This beautiful heretic.