peace from the storm

even looking at her hands
i saw nothing but exhaustion
her fingers were cold and frail
thin things that held my interest
like the extremities of a rotting corpse

her smile betrayed her quiet
holding within nothing less than rage
as her eyes silently sought solace
a peace from the storm
a moment where she wasn’t defending herself
from the judgment
of others

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