Beautiful Heretic

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.

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