And The Saints Were Silent

The Last Testament

And still— she was not consumed by the fire.

They broke her body, doubted her name, mocked her pain, and called her dangerous when she did not weep quietly.

But the girl they tried to silence rose like smoke. Unapologetic. Unburned. Unholy. And she did not beg to be believed. She made them choke on her truth.

Let this be the scripture: the next time they ask why she didn't scream— tell them she did. And no one listened.

Now they do.