paper

The wreckage of her soul is poetic. 

Her verses cascade from her eyes

in iambic pentameter.

Her survival

is a fiery resilience,

that engulfs her parchment;

each page set aflame 

and extinguished in her storm.

There is beauty

in how she rises from her ruins,

in the midst of her own destruction.

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